A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:
Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.
Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.
Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.
They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,