Here is what Israel should say. Many times my enemies have beaten me down ever since I was a young nation.
Many times my enemies have beaten me down ever since I was a young nation, but they haven't won the battle.
They have made deep wounds in my back. It looks like a field a farmer has plowed.
The LORD does what is right. Sinners had tied me up with ropes. But the LORD has set me free.
May all those who hate Zion be driven back in shame.
May they be like grass that grows on the roof of a house. It dries up before it can grow.
There isn't enough of it to fill a person's hand. There isn't enough to tie up and carry away.
May no one who passes by say to those who hate Zion, "May the blessing of the LORD be on you. We bless you in the name of the Lord."