A song of ascents.
1 ‘Sore have they vexed me from youth’
thus let Israel say
2 ‘Sore have they vexed me from youth,
but they have not prevailed against me.
3 The ploughers ploughed on my back,
they made their furrows long.
4 But the Lord, who is righteous, has cut
the cords of the wicked.’
5 Let all who are haters of Zion
be put to shame and defeated.
6 May they be as the grass on the house-top,
which withers before it shoots up;
7 which fills not the arms of the reaper,
nor the lap of the binder of sheaves
8 whereof no one says as they pass,
‘The blessing of God be upon you.’
In the name of the Lord we bless you.