¹Pieseň na cestu hore do Jeruzalema. Veľmi ma sužovali od mojej mladosti! Nože nech povie Izrael!

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

²Veľmi ma sužovali od mojej mladosti, ale ma nepremohli.

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

³Oráči orali po mojom chrbte a vyháňali dlhé brázdy.

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

⁴Ale Hospodin je spravedlivý; popretínal povrazy bezbožníkov.

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

⁵Budú sa hanbiť a uhnú zpät všetci, ktorí nenávidia Siona.

⁵Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

⁶Budú jako tráva na strechách, ktorá uschne, prv ako ju vytrhajú,

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

⁷ktorou žnec nenaplní svojej ruky ani náručia ten, kto viaže snopy.

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

⁸A nepovedia tí, ktorí pojdú pomimo: Požehnanie Hospodinovo na vás; dobrorečíme vám v mene Hospodinovom.

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