“They have greatly oppressed me from my youth,”
let Israel say;
“they have greatly oppressed me from my youth,
but they have not
gained the victory over me.
Plowmen have plowed my back
and made their
furrows long.
But the Lord is righteous;
he has cut me
free from the cords of the wicked.”
May all who hate Zion
be turned back in
shame.
May they be like grass on the roof,
which withers
before it can grow;
a reaper cannot fill his hands with it,
nor one who
gathers fill his arms.
May those who pass by not say to them,
“The blessing of
the Lord be on you;
we bless you in
the name of the Lord.”
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