1 'n Bedevaartslied. Alreeds te veel het hulle my as vyand behandel van my jeug af -- laat Israel dit sê --

2 alreeds te veel het hulle my as vyand behandel van my jeug af; tog het hulle my nie oorwin nie.

3 Ploeërs het op my rug geploeg; hulle het hul vore lank getrek.

4 Die HERE is regverdig: Hy het die toue van die goddelose afgekap.

5 Laat hulle beskaamd staan en agteruitwyk, almal wat Sion haat.

6 Laat hulle word soos gras op die dakke wat verdor voordat 'n mens dit uittrek,

7 waarmee die maaier sy hand en die gerwebinder sy arm nie vul nie.

8 Sodat die wat verbygaan, nie sê nie: Die seën van die HERE oor julle! Ons seën julle in die Naam van die HERE.

1 A Song of the going up. Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young (let Israel now say);

2 Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young, but my troubles have not overcome me.

3 The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.

4 The Lord is true: the cords of the evil-doers are broken in two.

5 Let all the haters of Zion be shamed and turned back.

6 Let them be like the grass on the house-tops, which is dry before it comes to full growth.

7 He who gets in the grain has no use for it; and they do not make bands of it for the grain-stems.

8 And those who go by do not say, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we give you blessing in the name of the Lord.