A song of degrees.
1 “Often they have distressed me from my youth.”
Let Yisra’ĕl now say,
2 “Often they have distressed me from my youth,
But they have not overcome me.
3 “The ploughers ploughed on my back
They made their furrows long.”
4 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is righteous;
He has cut the cords of the wicked in two.
5 Let all those who hate Tsiyon
Be put to shame and turned back.
6 Let them be as the grass on the house-tops,
Which withers before it grows up,
7 That shall not fill the reaper’s hand,
Nor the sheaves the binder’s bosom.
8 And those who pass by shall not say,
“The beraḵah of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 be upon you;
We have baraḵ you in the Name of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄!”