A Song of degrees.
MANY a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Yashar'el now say:
Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.
The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
Yahuah is righteous: he has cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Tsiyon.
Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withers afore it grows up:
Wherewith the mower fills not his hand; nor he that binds sheaves his bosom.
Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of Yahuah be upon you: we bless you in the name of Yahuah.