| 1 ¶ A Song of degrees. Many1 a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:
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| 2 Many2 a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.
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| 3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
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| 4 The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
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| 5 ¶ Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.
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| 6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:
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| 7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
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| 8 Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.
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