A Song of Ascents.
1 “Many a time they have afflicted[a] me from my youth,”
Let Israel now say —
Yet they have not prevailed against me.
They made their furrows long.”
He has cut in pieces the cords of the wicked.
Be put to shame and turned back.
Which withers before it grows up,
Nor he who binds sheaves, his [b]arms.
“The blessing of the Lord be upon you;
We bless you in the name of the Lord!”