A Song of degrees.
1 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:
2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.
3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
4 The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.
6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:
7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
8 Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.
الخزي لأعدائنا
1 نشيدُ الحُجَّاجِ:
قُلْ يا إِسرائيلُ كم ضايقوكَ مُنذُ نَشْأتِكَ؟
2 «ضايقوني كثيرا مُنذُ نَشْأتي، وما قدِروا عليَّ.
3 على ظَهري حَرَثَ الحارِثونَ وطَوَّلوا أتلامَهُم.
4 الرّبُّ صالحٌ. قَطَعَ قُيودَ الأشرارِ».
5 الخِزْيُ والهزيمةُ لكُلِّ الّذينَ يُبغِضونَ صِهيَونَ.
6 يكونونَ كعُشْبِ السُّطوحِ الّذي يَيـبسُ قَبلَ أنْ ينمو،
7 فلا يَملأُ الحاصِدُ كَفَّهُ مِنهُ ولا حازِمُ الحُزَمِ حِضْنَهُ،
8 ولا يقولُ العابرونَ لهُم:
«بَرَكَةُ الرّبِّ علَيكُم نُبارِكُكُم باسمِ الرّبِّ».