A Song
of degrees.
Many a time
have they afflicted
me from my youth,
may Israel
now say:
Many a time
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 hath cut asunder
the cords
of the wicked.
cut up
συνέκοψεν
synekopsen
neck
αὐχένας
auchenas
Let them all be confounded
and turned
back
that hate
Zion.
Let them be as the grass
upon the housetops,
which withereth
afore
it groweth up:
Wherewith the mower
filleth
not his hand;
nor he that bindeth sheaves
his bosom.
Neither do they which go by
say,
The blessing
of the LORD
be upon you: we bless
you in the name
of the LORD.
