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[1] A Song of Ascents. 'Much have they afflicted me from my youth up', let Israel now say;
[2] 'Much have they afflicted me from my youth up; but they have not prevailed against me.
[3] The plowers plowed upon my back; they made long their furrows.
[4] 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 is righteous; He hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.'
[5] Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all they that hate Zion.
[6] Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it springeth up;
[7] Wherewith the reaper filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
[8] Neither do they that go by say: 'The blessing of 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 be upon you; we bless you in the name of 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇.'
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