| | 1 | A song of ascents. They have greatly oppressed me from my youth--let Israel say-- | |
| | 2 | they have greatly oppressed me from my youth, but they have not gained the victory over me. | |
| | 3 | Plowmen have plowed my back and made their furrows long. | |
| | 4 | But the LORD is righteous; he has cut me free from the cords of the wicked. | |
| | 5 | May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame. | |
| | 6 | May they be like grass on the roof, which withers before it can grow; | |
| | 7 | with it the reaper cannot fill his hands, nor the one who gathers fill his arms. | |
| | 8 | May those who pass by not say, "The blessing of the LORD be upon you; we bless you in the name of the LORD." | |
