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[A Song of Degrees.]
[1] Many a time have they warred against me from my youth, let Israel now say:
[2] Many a time have they warred against me from my youth: and yet they prevailed not against me.
[3] The sinners wrought upon my back: they prolonged their iniquity.
[4] The righteous Lord has cut asunder the necks of sinners.
[5] Let all that hate Sion be put to shame and turned back.
[6] Let them be as the grass of the house-tops, which withers before it is plucked up.
[7] Wherewith the reaper fills not his hand, nor he that makes up the sheaves, his bosom.
[8] Neither do they that go by say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.
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