| 1 | Many times have they afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say, |
| 2 | Many times have they afflicted me from my youth up, Yet they have not prevailed against me. |
| 3 | The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long. |
| 4 | Yahweh is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked. |
| 5 | Let them be put to shame and turned backward, All those who hate Zion. |
| 6 | Let them be as the grass on the housetops, Which withers before it grows up; |
| 7 | With which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, Nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom. |
| 8 | Neither do those who go by say, 'The blessing of Yahweh be on you. We bless you in the name of Yahweh.' Psalm 130 A Song of Ascents. |