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A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth—let Israel now declare— |
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many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me. |
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The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long. |
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The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked. |
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May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame. |
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May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow, |
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unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves. |
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May none who pass by say to them, “The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.” |
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