1 A song of the degrees. Many a time have they assailed me from my youth, so should Israel say;

2 Many a time have they assailed me from my youth: yet have they not prevailed against me.

3 Upon my back have ploughmen ploughed; they have drawn long their furrows:

4 Yet the Lord is righteous; he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5 May all be put to shame and turned backward that hate Zion;

6 May they become like the grass of the roofs, which withereth before it is pulled up;

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor his arm he that bindeth sheaves.

8 Nor do they who pass by say, The blessing of the Lord be with you: we bless you in the name of the Lord.