3 They cut deep wounds in my backand made it like a ploughed field.
4 But the Lord, the righteous one,has freed me from slavery.”
5 May everyone who hates Zionbe defeated and driven back.
6 May they all be like grass growing on the housetops,which dries up before it can grow;
7 no one gathers it upor carries it away in bundles.
8 No one who passes by will say,“May the Lord bless you!We bless you in the name of the Lord.”