[A song of degrees.] Many a time haue they afflicted me from my youth: may Israel now say.
Many a time haue they afflicted me from my youth: yet they haue not preuailed against mee.
The plowers plowed vpon my backe: they made long their furrowes.
The Lord is righteous: hee hath cut asunder the cordes of the wicked.
Let them all be confounded and turned backe, that hate Zion.
Let them bee as the grasse vpon the house tops: which withereth afore it groweth vp:
Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand: nor hee that bindeth sheaues, his bosome.
Neither doe they which goe by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you: wee blesse you in the Name of the Lord.