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1. A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

2. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

3. They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

4. But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

5. May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

6. May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

7. There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

8. May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”