A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth — let Israel now declare —
many a time they have persecuted me from my youth , but they have not prevailed
The plowmen plowed over my back ; they made their furrows long.
The LORD is righteous ; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.
May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.
May they be like grass on the rooftops , which withers before it can grow ,
unable to fill the hands of the reaper , or the arms of the binder of sheaves.
May none who pass by say (to them) , “ The blessing of the LORD be on you ; we bless you in the name of the LORD. ”