1: A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say: 2: Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me. 3: The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows. 4: The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked. 5: Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion. 6: Let them be as the grass [upon] the house-tops, which withereth before it groweth up: 7: With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom. 8: Neither do they who go by, say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.