1 Song of ascensions. Much they pressed me from my youth, shall Israel now say: 2 Much they pressed me from my youth: also they shall not prevail against me. 3 They ploughing, ploughed upon my back: they made long to their furrows 4 Jehovah the just cut the entanglings of the unjust
5 They shall be ashamed and draw back all hating Zion. 6 They shall be as the grass of the roofs drying up before it was drawn out: 7 He harvesting filled not his hand; and he heaping together, not his arm. 8 And they passing by, said not, The praise of Jehovah to you: we praised you in the name of Jehovah.