1 “Often since my youth they have attacked me,”

let Israel say.

2 “Often since my youth they have attacked me,

yet they have not defeated me.

3 The plowers plowed on my back;

they made their furrows long.

4 Yahweh is righteous;

he has cut the ropes of the wicked.”

5 May they all be put to shame and turned back,

those who hate Zion.

6 May they be like the grass on the housetops

that withers before it grows up,

7 that cannot fill the reaper's hand

or the chest of the one who binds bundles of grain together.

8 May those who pass by not say,

“May the blessing of Yahweh be on you;

we bless you in the name of Yahweh.”