1 «A Song of degrees.» Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:
2 They haue often times afflicted me fro my youth: but they could not preuaile against me.
3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.
4 The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
5 They that hate Zion, shalbe all ashamed and turned backward.
6 Let them be as the grass [upon] the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:
7 Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the glainer his lap:
8 Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.