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A Song of degrees. 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 house-tops, which withereth before it groweth up: |
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With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom. |
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Neither do they who go by, say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD. |