"Greatly have they afflicted me from my youth" let Israel now say
"Greatly have they afflicted me from my youth"
Yet they have not prevailed against me
The ploughers ploughed upon my back
They made long their furrows
But the Lord is righteous
He has cut their cords and they have not prevailed
They have not prevailed
May all who hate Zion be put to shame
And turned backward
May all who hate Zion be put to shame
And turned backward
Let them be like the grass on the housetops
Which withers before it grows up
With which the reaper does not fill his hand
Nor the binder of sheaves his arms
Let them be like the grass on the housetops
Which withers before it grows up
With which the reaper does not fill his hand
Nor the binder of sheaves his arms
Nor do those who pass by say
"The blessing of the Lord be upon you!"
"We bless you,
We bless you in the name of the Lord!"—no...
May all who hate Zion be put to shame...