| | 1 | Many times have they afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,
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| | 2 | Many times have they afflicted me from my youth up, Yet they have not prevailed against me.
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| | 3 | The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.
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| | 4 | Yahweh is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.
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| | 5 | Let them be put to shame and turned backward, All those who hate Zion.
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| | 6 | Let them be as the grass on the housetops, Which withers before it grows up;
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| | 7 | With which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, Nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.
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| | 8 | Neither do those who go by say, "The blessing of Yahweh be on you. We bless you in the name of Yahweh." Psalm 130 A Song of Ascents.
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