[A song of degrees.]
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Many a time haue they afflicted me from my youth: may Israel now say.
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Many a time haue they afflicted me from my youth: yet they haue not preuailed against mee.
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The plowers plowed vpon my backe: they made long their furrowes.
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The Lord is righteous: hee hath cut asunder the cordes of the wicked.
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Let them all be confounded and turned backe, that hate Zion.
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Let them bee as the grasse vpon the house tops: which withereth afore it groweth vp:
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Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand: nor hee that bindeth sheaues, his bosome.
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Neither doe they which goe by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you: wee blesse you in the Name of the Lord.