5 I pray that all who hatethe city of Zionwill be made ashamedand forced to turn and run.
6 May they be like grasson the flat roof of a house,grass that dries upas soon as it sprouts.
7 Don't let them be like wheatgathered in bundles.
8 And don't let anyonewho passes by say to them,“The Lord bless you!I give you my blessingin the name of the Lord.”