1 A Song of degrees. Many times they have afflicted me from my youth, Israel may now say;
2 many times they have afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed over me.
3 The plowers plowed on my back; they made their furrows long.
4 The LORD is righteous; He cuts off the cords of the wicked.
5 Let them all be ashamed and turned back, those who hate Zion.
6 Let them be like the grass on the housetops, which dries up before it grows up,
7 with which the reaper does not fill his hand, nor the binder of sheaves his bosom.
8 And those who pass by have never said, The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.