1A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, "" Pray, let Israel say: 2Often they distressed me from my youth, "" Yet they have not prevailed over me. 3Plowers have plowed over my back, "" They have made their furrows long. 4YHWH [is] righteous, "" He has cut apart cords of the wicked. 5All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward. 6They are as grass of the roofs, "" That withers before it was drawn out, 7That has not filled the hand of a reaper, "" And the bosom of a binder of sheaves. 8And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, "" We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!” |