| 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!` |
