A Song of Ascents. "Sorely have they afflicted me from my youth," let Israel now say--
"Sorely have they afflicted me from my youth, yet they have not prevailed against me.
The plowers plowed upon my back; they made long their furrows."
The LORD is righteous; he has cut the cords of the wicked.
May all who hate Zion be put to shame and turned backward!
Let them be like the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,