In the end, their enemies were dispersed, but they remained. To hold on in spite of the difficulties of life is a form of true hope.
1How they have oppressed me from my youth –
let Israel say,
2how they have oppressed me from my youth –
they have not put me down.
3Upon my back plowers have plowed
long and deep furrows
4But the Lord, who is just,
has shattered the yoke of the wicked.
5May all who hate Zion
be thrown into confusion.
6May they be like grass in the garden,
which withers before you uproot it.
7No reaper sets his hands on it,
no one gathers it to fill his arms,
8nor says of them the passersby,
“The blessing of the Lord be upon you!”
We bless you in the name of the Lord!
