They have oppressed me from my youth-
let Israel now make this known-
they have oppressed me from my youth,
yet I have not been overthrown.
2. They drew their ploughs across my back;
the ploughmen made their furrows long;
the Lord is just; he set me free
from wicked men who did me wrong.
3. May all who hate Jerusalem
be put to shame and turned away;
may they, like grass upon the roof,
not grow, but wither and decay.
4. Such grass can fill no reaper’s hands;
the gatherer has no reward;
may passers-by not say to them:
‘We wish you blessing from the Lord!’