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[1] A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:
[2] Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.
[3] Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
[4] Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.
[5] Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.
[6] They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,
[7] That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.
[8] And the passers by have not said, `The blessing of Jehovah [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'
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