Against the enemies of Zion
Song of Ascents.
Hard as they have harried me since I was young
—let Israel repeat it—
hard as they have harried me since I was young,
they have not overcome me.
Plowmen have plowed on my back
longer and longer furrows,
But now Yahweh the Righteous has shattered
the yoke of the wicked.
May they all be thrown into confusion,
be routed, who have hated Zion,
be blasted by winds from the east like grass
sprouting on the roof!
Roof grass never yet filled
reaper's arm or binder's lap—
and no one passing them will ever say,
‘Yahweh's blessing on you!’
We bless you in the name of Yahweh.
Next… Psalm 130