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From my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me. Let all Israel repeat this: |
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From my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me, but they have never defeated me. |
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My back is covered with cuts, as if a farmer had plowed long furrows. |
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But the LORD is good; he has cut me free from the ropes of the ungodly. |
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May all who hate Jerusalem be turned back in shameful defeat. |
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May they be as useless as grass on a rooftop, turning yellow when only half grown, |
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ignored by the harvester, despised by the binder. |
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And may those who pass by refuse to give them this blessing: "The LORD bless you; we bless you in the LORD's name." A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. |
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