| 1 | Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say, |
| 2 | many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me. |
| 3 | The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long. |
| 4 | Yahweh is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked. |
| 5 | Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion. |
| 6 | Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up; |
| 7 | with which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom. |
| 8 | Neither do those who go by say, "The blessing of Yahweh be on you. We bless you in the name of Yahweh." A Song of Ascents. |
