| 1) | A Song of degrees. 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. |