¹Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,

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

²many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

³The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.

³Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

⁴Yahweh is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.

⁴retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

⁵Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

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

⁶Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up;

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

⁷with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

⁷og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

⁸Neither do those who go by say, “The blessing of Yahweh be on you. We bless you in the name of Yahweh.”

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