1: A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say: 2: Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me. 3: Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows. 4: Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked. 5: Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion. 6: They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth, 7: That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves. 8: And the passers by have not said, 'The blessing of Jehovah [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'
