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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.