Many times have they afflicted me from my youth up, Yet they have not prevailed against me.
The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.
The LORD is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.
Let them be put to shame and turned backward, All those who hate Tziyon.
Let them be as the grass on the housetops, Which withers before it grows up;
With which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, Nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.
Neither do those who go by say, "The blessing of the LORD be on you. We bless you in the name of the LORD."