1 A song of ascents. "Since my youth they have often attacked me," let Israel say.
2 "Since my youth they have often attacked me, but they have not defeated me.
3 The plowers plowed my back; they made their furrows long.
4 The Lord is just; he cut the ropes of the wicked."
5 May all who hate Zion be humiliated and turned back!
6 May they be like the grass on the rooftops which withers before one can even pull it up,
7 which cannot fill the reaper's hand, or the lap of the one who gathers the grain!
8 Those who pass by will not say, "May you experience the Lord's blessing! We pronounce a blessing on you in the name of the Lord."