1 Oft did they vex me from my youth, may Isr'el now declare; 2 Oft did they vex me from my youth, yet not victorious were. 3 The plowers plowed upon my back; they long their furrows drew. 4 The righteous Lord did cut the cords of the ungodly crew. 5 Let Zion's haters all be turned back with confüsion. 6 As grass on houses' tops be they, which fades ere it be grown: 7 Whereof enough to fill his hand the mower cannot find; Nor can the man his bosom fill, whose work is sheaves to bind. 8 Neither say they who do go by, God's blessing on you rest: We in the name of God the Lord do wish you to be blessed.