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[[A song of degrees.]]
[1] They have often times afflicted me from my youth (may Israel now say)
[2] They have often times afflicted me from my youth: but they could not prevail against me.
[3] The plowers plowed upon my back, and made long furrows.
[4] But the righteous Lord hath cut the cords of the wicked.
[5] They that hate Zion, shall be all ashamed and turned backward.
[6] They shall be as the grass on the housetops, which withereth afore it cometh forth.
[7] Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the gleaner his lap:
[8] Neither they, which go by, say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you, or, We bless you in the name of the Lord.
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