A song of the ascents.{HR}Much have they afflicted me from my youth,{HR}Let now Israel say;
Much have they afflicted me from my youth;{HR}Yet have they not prevailed against me.
Upon my back ploughers ploughed;{HR}They made long (to) their furrows.
Jehovah [is] righteous;{HR}He hath cut asunder wicked [men’s] cord.
Ashamed and turned backward{HR}Be all that hate Zion.
Be they as grass of housetops{HR}Which withereth before it is plucked up;
Wherewith a mower filleth not his hand{HR}Nor (and) a sheaf-binder his bosom.
Neither do those that pass by say,{HR}Jehovah’s blessing [come] unto you:{HR}We bless you in Jehovah’s name.