¹(Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel

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

²de trængte mig hårdt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

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

³Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

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

⁴retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

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

⁵Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

⁵Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

⁶blive som Græs på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,

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

⁷og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

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

⁸Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"

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