1 “They have oppressed me greatly from my youth”
Make this your song, O Israel, and repeat it:
2 “They have oppressed me greatly from my youth,
but they have failed, for I am undefeated.
3 “They plowed my back as if they plowed a field;
long furrows drew those enemies who hound me.”
4 The LORD is righteous; he, my strength and shield,
has cut the cords with which the wicked bound me.
5 May all those who hate Zion be brought low.
Put them to shame, LORD. Crush them by your power.
6 Make them like grasses that on housetops grow,
that shrivel in the sun before they flower.
7 No reaper gathers those to have them threshed;
no binder such a worthless crop will rescue.
8 No passers-by will shout, “May you be blessed!”
They will not say, “We in the Lord’s name bless you!”
– Book of Praise: Anglo-Genevan Psalter
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