1A song of ascents. Much have they persecuted me from my youth on. Let Israel declare it now-
2"Much have they persecuted me from my youth on, [but] they have not prevailed against me.”
3The plowmen plowed upon my back; they wished to make their furrow long.
4But the Lord is just; He cut the cords of the lawless.
5They will be humiliated and will be turned back, all the haters of Zion.
6They will be as grass upon the rooftops that withers before one plucks it,
7wherewith the reaper has never filled his hand, nor the sheaf-binder his arm;
8and of which the passers-by never have said: "The blessing of the Lord be upon you; we bless you in the name of the Lord."