| | 1 | A Song of Ascents. "Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth," Let Israel now say-- | |
| | 2 | "Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth; Yet they have not prevailed against me. | |
| | 3 | The plowers plowed on my back; They made their furrows long." | |
| | 4 | The LORD is righteous; He has cut in pieces the cords of the wicked. | |
| | 5 | Let all those who hate Zion Be put to shame and turned back. | |
| | 6 | Let them be as the grass on the housetops, Which withers before it grows up, | |
| | 7 | With which the reaper does not fill his hand, Nor he who binds sheaves, his arms. | |
| | 8 | Neither let those who pass by them say, "The blessing of the LORD be upon you; We bless you in the name of the LORD!" | |
