The Cords of the Wicked
A song of ascents.
1 Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth— let Israel now declare— 2 many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me. 3 The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long. 4 The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.
5 May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame. 6 May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow, 7 unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves. 8 May none who pass by say to them, “The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.”
