Greatly, greatly, greatly, greatly
Have they afflicted me
From my youth let Israel now say
How they've afflicted me

Yet they've not prevailed

The plowers plowed upon my back
They made long their furrows
The Lord is righteous, righteous, righteous
And He cut their cords

Yet they've not prevailed
Yet they've not prevailed
Yet they've not prevailed

May all who hate, all who hate Zion
Be put to shame like grass upon the housetops
Withering before it grows up
Withering and the reaper cannot fill his hands

Yet they've not prevailed
Yet they've not prevailed
Yet they've not prevailed