[1]A Song of Ascents. 'Much have they afflicted me from my youth up', let Israel now say;[2]'Much have they afflicted me from my youth up; but they have not prevailed against me.[3]The plowers plowed upon my back; they made long their furrows.[4]𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 is righteous; He hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.'[5]Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all they that hate Zion.[6]Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it springeth up;[7]Wherewith the reaper filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.[8]Neither do they that go by say: 'The blessing of 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 be upon you; we bless you in the name of 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇.'