1 "Since my youth they have often persecuted me," let Israel repeat it,
2 "Since my youth they have often persecuted me, yet they haven't defeated me.
3 Wicked people ploughed over my back, creating long-lasting wounds."
4 The LORD is righteous he has cut me free from the cords of the wicked.
5 Let all who hate Zion be turned away and be ashamed.
6 May they become like a tuft of grass on a roof top, that withers before it takes root
7 not enough to fill one's hand or to bundle in one's arms.
8 And may those who pass by never tell them, "May the LORD's blessing be upon you. We bless you in the name of the LORD." A Song of Ascents