1A song of the degrees.
2Many a time have they assailed me from my youth: yet have they not prevailed against me.
3Upon my back have ploughmen ploughed; they have drawn long their furrows:
4Yet the Lord is righteous; he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
5May all be put to shame and turned backward that hate Zion;
6May they become like the grass of the roofs, which withereth before it is pulled up;
7Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor his arm he that bindeth sheaves.
8Nor do they who pass by say, The blessing of the Lord be with you: we bless you in the name of the Lord.