1The song of the stairs. Many a time have they fought against me from my youth up, (may Israel now say.)
2Yea many a time have they fought against me from my youth up, but they have not overcome me.
3The plowers plowed upon my back, and made long furrows.
4But the righteous LORD hath hewn the yoke of the ungodly in pieces.
5Let them be confounded and turned backward, as many as have evil will at Sion.
6Let them be even as the hay upon the house tops, which withereth afore it be plucked(pluckte) up.
7Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither he that bindeth up the sheaves, his bosom.
8So that they which go by, say not so much as: the LORD prosper you, we wish you good luck in the name of the LORD.