“They have greatly oppressed me from my youth,” let Israel say
“They have greatly oppressed me from my youth, but they
Have not gained the victory over me
Didn’t force to surrender me
Plowmen have plowed my back
And made their furrows long
But the Lord is righteous he has cut me free
From the cords of the wicked and made me strong”
May all who hate Zion
Be turned back in shame; the foes
May they be like grass on the roof
Which withers before it can grow
A reaper cannot fill his hands with it
And one who gathers fill his arms cannot
May those who pass by not say to them
“The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord”
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