A Song of Ascents.
1 “Greatlya have they afflicted me from my youth” —
let Israel now say —
yet they have not prevailed against me.
they made long their furrows.”
he has cut the cords of the wicked.
be put to shame and turned backward!
which withers before it grows up,
nor the binder of sheaves his arms,
“The blessing of the Lord be upon you!
We bless you in the name of the Lord!”