1They have treated me badly all my life. (Let Israel repeat this.)
2They have treated me badly all my life, but they have not defeated me.
3Like farmers plowing, they plowed over my back, making long wounds.
4But the Lord does what is right; he has set me free from those wicked people.
5Let those who hate Jerusalem be turned back in shame.
6Let them be like the grass on the roof that dries up before it has grown.
7There is not enough of it to fill a hand or to make into a bundle to fill one's arms.
8Let those who pass by them not say, "May the Lord bless you. We bless you by the power of the Lord." A song for going up to worship.