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A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say: |
| 2. | Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me. |
| 3. | Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows. |
| 4. | Jehovah is righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked. |
| 5. | Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion. |
| 6. | They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth, |
| 7. | That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves. |
| 8. | And the passers by have not said, `The blessing of Jehovah is on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!` |