A song of ascents.

1 ‘They have greatly oppressed me from my youth,’

let Israel say;

2 ‘they have greatly oppressed me from my youth,

but they have not gained the victory over me.

3 Ploughmen have ploughed my back

and made their furrows long.

4 But the Lordis righteous;

he has cut me free from the cords of the wicked.’

5 May all who hate Zion

be turned back in shame.

6 May they be like grass on the roof,

which withers before it can grow;

7 a reaper cannot fill his hands with it,

nor one who gathers fill his arms.

8 May those who pass by not say to them,

‘The blessing of the Lordbe on you;

we bless you in the name of the Lord.’

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