3 Upon my back the plowers plowed,as they traced their long furrows.
4 But the just Lord cut me freefrom the ropes of the wicked.
5 May they recoil in disgrace,all who hate Zion.
6 May they be like grass on the rooftops withered in early growth,
7 Never to fill the reaper’s hands,nor the arms of the binders of sheaves,
8 And with none passing by to call out:“The blessing of the Lord be upon you!We bless you in the name of the Lord!”