The Book of Psalms

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, || Pray, let Israel say:

Often they distressed me from my youth, || Yet they have not prevailed over me.

Plowers have plowed over my back, || They have made their furrows long.

YHWH [is] righteous, || He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

They are as grass of the roofs, || That withers before it was drawn out,

That has not filled the hand of a reaper, || And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, || We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”

Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say:

many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.

The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.

The LORD is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.

Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

Neither do those who go by say, “The blessing of the LORD be on you. We bless you in the LORD’s name.”