They have greatly oppressed me from my youth, but they have not gained the victory over me.
Plowmen have plowed my back and made their furrows long – they have tried their hardest to beat me down.
But the Lord is righteous; He has cut me free from the cords of the wicked.
May all who hate those who follow You be turned back in shame. May they wither like uprooted grass. May no one bless them.