A song for going up to the Temple.[613]
<1> All my life many enemies have attacked me.
Say it again, Israel.
<2> All my life many enemies have attacked me,
but they have never defeated me.
<3> They beat me until I had deep cuts.
My back looked like a freshly plowed field.
<4> But the Lord does what is right;
he cut the ropes and set me free from those wicked people.
<5> May those who hate Zion[614]
be put to shame.
May they be stopped and chased away.
<6> They will be like grass on a flat roof
that dies before it has time to grow.
<7> There is not enough to cut and stack.
<8> May no one walking by those wicked people ever say,
"May the Lord bless you."
Or, "We bless you in the name of the Lord."
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