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.

2 Sim, já na minha mocidade me oprimiram, contudo sem conseguirem acabar comigo!

3 Exploraram-me, tal como o agricultor lavrando a terra. Os açoites que me deram abriram-me sulcos profundos.

4 Mas o Senhor é justo: ele corta as cordas dos ímpios.

5 Sejam envergonhados e retirem-se, todos os que odeiam Jerusalém.

6 Que todos esses sejam como a erva dos telhados, que seca depressa, antes que a vão arrancar,

7 e a que ninguém liga, nem o agricultor, nem o ceifeiro.

8 Que ninguém ao vê-los diga: O Senhor te favoreça. Os nossos votos são que sejas abençoado em nome do Senhor.