1 They have treated me badly all my life. (Let Israel repeat this.)
2 They have treated me badly all my life, but they have not defeated me.
3 Like farmers plowing, they plowed over my back, making long wounds.
4 But the Lord does what is right; he has set me free from those wicked people.
5 Let those who hate Jerusalem be turned back in shame.
6 Let them be like the grass on the roof that dries up before it has grown.
7 There is not enough of it to fill a hand or to make into a bundle to fill one's arms.
8 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.