They have treated me badly all my life. (Let Israel repeat this.)
They have treated me badly all my life, but they have not defeated me.
Like farmers plowing, they plowed over my back, making long wounds.
But the Lord does what is right; he has set me free from those wicked people.
Let those who hate Jerusalem be turned back in shame.
Let them be like the grass on the roof that dries up before it has grown.
There is not enough of it to fill a hand or to make into a bundle to fill one's arms.
Let those who pass by them not say, "May the Lord bless you. We bless you by the power of the Lord." A song for going up to worship.