many times they have afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed over me.

The plowers plowed on my back; they made their furrows long.

Jehovah is righteous; He cuts off the cords of the wicked.

Let them all be ashamed and turned back, those who hate Zion.

Let them be like the grass on the housetops, which dries up before it grows up,

with which the reaper does not fill his hand, nor the binder of sheaves his bosom.

And those who pass by have never said, The blessing of Jehovah be on you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah.