1 (A Song of Ascents.) "Many times they have persecuted me from my youth up," Let Israel now say,

2 "Many times they have persecuted me from my youth up; Yet they have not prevailed against me.

3 "The plowers plowed upon my back; They lengthened their furrows."

4 The Lord is righteous; He has cut in two the cords of the wicked.

5 May all who hate Zion, Be put to shame and turned backward,

6 Let them be like grass upon the housetops, Which withers before it grows up;

7 With which the reaper does not fill his hand, Or the binder of sheaves his bosom;

8 Nor do those who pass by say, "The blessing of the Lord be upon you; We bless you in the name of the Lord."