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.

1 A Song of Ascents. Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth up, Let Israel now say,2 Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth up: Yet they have not prevailed against me.3 The plowers plowed on my back; They made long their furrows.4 Yahweh is righteous: He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.5 Let them be put to shame and turned backward, All those who hate Zion.6 Let them be as the grass on the housetops, Which withers before it grows up;7 With which the reaper does not fill his hand, Nor he who binds sheaves his bosom.8 Neither do those who go by say, The blessing of Yahweh be on you{+} We bless you{+} in the name of Yahweh.