A pilgrimage song.

¹ From youth, people have constantly attacked me— let Israel now repeat!—

² from youth people have constantly attacked me— but they haven’t beaten me!

³ They plowed my back like farmers; they made their furrows deep.

⁴ But the LORD is righteous— God cut me free from the ropes of the wicked!

⁵ Let everyone who hates Zion be ashamed, thoroughly frustrated.

⁶ Let them be like grass on a roof that dies before it can be pulled up,

⁷ which won’t fill the reaper’s hand or fill the harvester’s arms.

⁸ Let no one who passes by say to them: “May the LORD’s blessing be on you! We bless you in the LORD’s name!”