1	A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth—let Israel now declare—
2	many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.
3	The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.
4	The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.
5	May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.
6	May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,
7	unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.
8	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.”