1 From youth, people have constantly attacked me—let Israel now repeat!—
2 from youth people have constantly attacked me—but they haven’t beaten me!
3 They plowed my back like farmers;they made their furrows deep.
4 But the Lord is righteous—God cut me free from the ropes of the wicked!
5 Let everyone who hates Zion be ashamed, thoroughly frustrated.
6 Let them be like grass on a roofthat dies before it can be pulled up,
7 which won’t fill the reaper’s handor fill the harvester’s arms.
8 Let no one who passes by say to them:"May the Lord’s blessing be on you!We bless you in the Lord’s name!"