A song for those who go up to Jerusalem to worship the Lord.
1 Here is what Israel should say. “My enemies have treated me badly ever since I was a young nation. 2 My enemies have treated me badly ever since I was a young nation. But they haven’t won the battle. 3 They have made deep wounds in my back. It looks like a field a farmer has plowed. 4 The Lord does what is right. Sinners had tied me up with ropes. But the Lord has set me free.”
5 May all those who hate Zion be driven back in shame. 6 May they be like grass that grows on the roof of a house. It dries up before it can grow. 7 There isn’t enough of it to fill a person’s hand. There isn’t enough to tie up and carry away. 8 May no one who passes by say to those who hate Zion, “May the blessing of the Lord be on you. We bless you in the name of the Lord.”