A song of ascents.

1Since my youth they have often assailed me, let Israel now declare, 2since my youth they have often assailed me, but they have never overcome me. 3Plowmen plowed across my back; they made long furrows. 4The LORD, the righteous one, has snapped the cords of the wicked. 5Let all who hate Zion fall back in disgrace. 6Let them be like grass on roofs that fades before it can be pulled up, 7that affords no handful for the reaper, no armful for the gatherer of sheaves, 8no exchange with passersby: “The blessing of the LORD be upon you.” “We bless you by the name of the LORD.”