Protection of the Oppressed

A song of ascents.

1 Since my youth they have often attacked me- let Israel say-
2 Since my youth they have often attacked me, but they have not prevailed against me.
3 Plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.
4 The Lord is righteous; He has cut the ropes of the wicked.
5 Let all who hate Zion be driven back in disgrace.
6 Let them be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it grows upa
7 and can't even fill the hands of the reaper or the arms of the one who binds sheaves.
8 Then none who pass by will say, "May the Lord's blessing be on you." We bless you in the name of the Lord.