1 A Song of Ascents.
2 "Sorely have they afflicted me from my youth," let Israel now say–
3 "Sorely have they afflicted me from my youth, yet they have not prevailed against me.
4 The plowers plowed upon my back; they made long their furrows."
5 The LORD is righteous; he has cut the cords of the wicked.
6 May all who hate Zion be put to shame and turned backward!
7 Let them be like the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,
8 with which the reaper does not fill his hand or the binder of sheaves his bosom, [ (Psalms 129:9) while those who pass by do not say, "The blessing of the LORD be upon you! We bless you in the name of the LORD!" ]