Translation
1 A song of ascents. Much have they distressed me from my youth, Israel will say now.
2 Much have they distressed me from my youth, but also they have not prevailed against me.
3 On my back, the plowmen plowed; they lengthened their furrow.
4 The Lord is righteous; He will cut the ropes of the wicked.
5 May all those who hate Zion be ashamed and retreat.
6 May they be like the grass of the roofs, which, before it is plucked, withers.
7 Of which the reaper did not fill his hand, nor the gatherer his arm.
8 And the passers-by did not say, "May the blessing of the Lord be to you; we have blessed you in the name of the Lord."
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