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A Song of degrees. 
 1 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, 
May Israel now say: 
 2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: 
Yet they have not prevailed against me. 
 3 The plowers plowed upon my back: 
They made long their furrows. 
 4 The Lord is righteous: 
He hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked. 
 5 Let them all be confounded and turned back 
That hate Zion. 
 6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, 
Which withereth afore it groweth up: 
 7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; 
Nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom. 
 8 Neither do they which go by say, 
The blessing of the Lord be upon you: 
We bless you in the name of the Lord.