A Songof degrees. Many a timehave they afflictedme from my youth, may Israelnowsay: Many a timehave they afflictedme from my youth: yetthey have notprevailedagainst me. The plowersploweduponmy back: they made longtheir furrows. The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunderthe cordsof the wicked. Let them allbe confoundedand turnedbackthat hateZion. Let them beas the grass upon the housetops, which witherethbeforeit groweth up: Wherewith the mowerfillethnothis hand; nor he that bindethsheaves his bosom. Neitherdo they which go bysay, The blessingof the LORD be uponyou: we blessyou in the nameof the LORD.