Psalms

2 Ever since my youth they have made plenty of assaults on me

yet could not master me.

3 Plowmen plowed on my back,

plowed a long strip.

4 Jehovah, doer of right,

has cut through wrong-doers’ rope;

5 All Sion’s haters

come to grief and fall back,

6 Become like roof grass

that dries up before it has made a stalk,

7 With which no reaper has filled his hand,

no binder his arm,

8 And the passersby have not said

“Jehovah’s blessing to you;

we bless you in Jehovah’s name.”