Psalms

A Song of degrees.

1Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

2Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

3The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

4The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

6Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:

7Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

8Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.

1Ít-ra-en hãy nói lên điều đó.

2nhưng đã không hề thắng được tôi.

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4đã chặt đứt chão thừng quân gian ác.

5đều nhục nhã tháo lui hết thảy,

6chưa ai nhổ mà đã héo khô !

7cả người bó lúa cũng chẳng ôm về.

8Chúng tôi chúc lành cho anh em nhân danh CHÚA.