1291 A Song of Ascents. "Sorely have they afflicted me from my youth," let Israel now say-- 2 "Sorely have they afflicted me from my youth, yet they have not prevailed against me. 3 The plowers plowed upon my back; they made long their furrows." 4 The Lord is righteous; he has cut the cords of the wicked.
5 May all who hate Zion be put to shame and turned backward! 6 Let them be like the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up, 7 with which the reaper does not fill his hand or the binder of sheaves his bosom, 8 while those who pass by do not say, "The blessing of the Lord be upon you! We bless you in the name of the Lord!"
