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