| 1 | A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say: |
| 2 | Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me. |
| 3 | The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows. |
| 4 | The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked. |
| 5 | Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion. |
| 6 | Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it groweth up: |
| 7 | With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom. |
| 8 | Neither do they who go by, say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD. |
