[A Song of Degrees.][1]Many a time have they warred against me from my youth, let Israel now say:[2]Many a time have they warred against me from my youth: and yet they prevailed not against me.[3]The sinners wrought upon my back: they prolonged their iniquity.[4]The righteous Lord has cut asunder the necks of sinners.[5]Let all that hate Sion be put to shame and turned back.[6]Let them be as the grass of the house-tops, which withers before it is plucked up.[7]Wherewith the reaper fills not his hand, nor he that makes up the sheaves, his bosom.[8]Neither do they that go by say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.
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Author: Sir Lancelot Charles Lee Brenton (1851)
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