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A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say: -
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Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me. -
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Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows. -
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Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked. -
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Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion. -
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They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth, -
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That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves. -
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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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