[A Song of degrees.] Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say: {Many...: or, Much}
Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me. {Many...: or, Much}
The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
The LORD {is} righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.
Let them be as the grass {upon} the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:
Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD {be} upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.