1A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say: 2Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me. 3Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows. 4Jehovah `is' righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked. 5Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion. 6They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth, 7That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves. 8And the passers by have not said, `The blessing of Jehovah `is' on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'
Today's Verse
I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, `and' was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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