A Song of degrees.
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Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth,May Israel now say:
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Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth:Yet they have not prevailed against me.
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The plowers plowed upon my back:They made long their furrows.
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The LORD is righteous:He hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
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Let them all be confounded and turned backThat hate Zion.
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Let them be as the grass upon the housetops,Which withereth afore it groweth up:
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Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand;Nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
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Neither do they which go by say, the blessing of the LORD be upon you:We bless you in the name of the LORD.