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1  A song of ascents. 
“Since my youth they have often attacked me,” 
let Israel say. 
2 “Since my youth they have often attacked me, 
but they have not defeated me. 
3  The plowers plowed my back; 
they made their furrows long. 
4  The Lord is just; 
he cut the ropes of the wicked.” 
5  May all who hate Zion 
be humiliated and turned back! 
6  May they be like the grass on the rooftops 
which withers before one can even pull it up, 
7  which cannot fill the reaper’s hand, 
or the lap of the one who gathers the grain! 
8  Those who pass by will not say, 
“May you experience the Lord’s blessing! 
We pronounce a blessing on you in the name of the Lord.”