1They’ve lowkey been coming for me since day one, like Israel can back me up on this.

2For real, they’ve tried to take me down since I was young, but they ain’t won.

3They straight up plowed my back like it was a field, making deep marks.

4The Lord’s got mad rizz; He cut the wicked’s ties like it’s nothing.

5All the haters of Zion need to chill and get turned around, no cap.

6Let them be like grass on rooftops, dying before they even sprout, fr.

7The mower ain't even filling his hands, and the sheaf binder's got nothing.

8No one passing by is saying, “Blessings from the Lord,” or “We bless you in His name.”

1Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

2Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

3The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

4The Lord is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

6Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:

7Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

8Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we bless you in the name of the Lord.