Many a time have they fought against me from my youth up, may Israel now say. Yea, many a time have they vexed me from my youth up; but they have not prevailed against me. The plowers plowed upon my back, and made long furrows. But the righteous Lord hath hewn the snares of the ungodly in pieces. Let them be confounded and turned backward, as many as have evil will at Sion. Let them be even as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it be grown up, whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither he that bindeth up the sheaves his bosom. So that they who go by say not so much as, The Lord prosper you; we wish you good luck in the Name of the Lord.
The coverdale translation edited by W.S. Peterson and Valerie Macys — used with permission.