A Song of the Ascents.
—Let Israel now say—
But they have not defeated me.+
6 They will become like grass on the rooftops
That withers before it is pulled up,
7 That cannot fill the reaper’s hand
Nor the arms of the one gathering sheaves.
8 Those passing by will not say:
“May the blessing of Jehovah be upon you;
We bless you in the name of Jehovah.”