A songשִׁירof the ascents.הַמַּעֲלוֹתGreatlyרַבַּתthey have attacked meצְרָרוּנִיfrom my youth—מִנְּעוּרַיlet Israelיִשְׂרָאֵלsayיֹאמַרnow—נָא
greatlyרַבַּתthey have attacked meצְרָרוּנִיfrom my youth,מִנְּעוּרָיyetגַּםthey have notלֹאprevailedיָכְלוּagainst me.לִי
Onעַלmy backגַּבִּיplowersחֹרְשִׁיםplowed;חָרְשׁוּthey made longהֶאֱרִיכוּtheir furrows.לְמַעֲנִיתָם
YHWHיְהוָהis righteous;צַדִּיקhe has cutקִצֵּץthe cordsעֲבוֹתof the wicked.רְשָׁעִים
May they be put to shameיֵבֹשׁוּand turnedוְיִסֹּגוּback,אָחוֹרallכֹּלwho hateשֹׂנְאֵיZion.צִיּוֹן
May they beיִהְיוּlike grassכַּחֲצִירon the rooftops,גַּגּוֹתwhich beforeשֶׁקַּדְמַתit is pulled upשָׁלַףwithers,יָבֵשׁ
with whichשֶׁthe reaperקוֹצֵרdoes notלֹּאfillמִלֵּאhis hand,כַפּוֹnorוְthe one who binds sheavesמְעַמֵּרhis lap;חִצְנוֹ
andוְthose who pass byהָעֹבְרִיםdo notלֹאsay,אָמְרוּ“The blessingבִּרְכַּתof YHWH beיְהוָהupon you;אֲלֵיכֶםwe bless youבֵּרַכְנוּ אֶתְכֶםin the nameבְּשֵׁםof YHWH.”יְהוָה