A song for the ascent to Jerusalem. From my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me— let Israel now say— 2
from my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me, but they have never been able to finish me off. 3
My back is covered with cuts, as if a farmer had plowed long furrows. 4
But the LORD is good; he has cut the cords used by the ungodly to bind me. 5
May all who hate Jerusalem be turned back in shameful defeat. 6
May they be as useless as grass on a rooftop, turning yellow when only half grown, 7
ignored by the harvester, despised by the binder. 8
And may those who pass by refuse to give them this blessing: "The LORD's blessings be upon you; we bless you in the LORD's name."