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1 ¶ <<A Song of
degrees.>> Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel
now say:
2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me. 3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows. 4 The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked. |
Afflicted but they have not prevailed. May this be our experience by the Grace of Christ. |
5 ¶ Let them all be confounded
and turned back that hate Zion.
6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up: 7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom. 8 Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD. |
6 -
Grass
The little plants come up but soon dry out and die. Thus those who hate
God's truth and His people will be confounded or put to shame.
8 - Neither do they say The righteous here are considered wicked. |
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