¹A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

¹Palveteekonna laul. Palju on mind rõhutud mu noorpõlvest peale - nõnda ütelgu Iisrael -,

²Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

²palju on mind rõhutud mu noorpõlvest peale: ometi ei ole minust jagu saadud.

³Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.

³Mu selja peal on kündjad kündnud, nad on ajanud pikki vagusid.

⁴Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.

⁴Issand on õiglane, ta on õelate köied katki lõiganud.

⁵Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

⁵Jäägu häbisse ja taganegu kõik, kes vihkavad Siionit!

⁶They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,

⁶Nad olgu nagu rohi katustel, mis kuivab, enne kui see kitkutakse,

⁷That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

⁷millest lõikaja ei saa endale peotäit ega siduja sületäit

⁸And the passers by have not said, `The blessing of Jehovah [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!`

⁸ja möödaminejad ei ütle: 'Issanda õnnistus olgu teiega! Me õnnistame teid Issanda nimega!'