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.