1 Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up.

Let Israel now say,

2 many times they have afflicted me from my youth up,

yet they have not prevailed against me.

3 The plowers plowed on my back.

They made their furrows long.

4 The LORD is righteous.

He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.

5 Let them be disappointed 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 doesn’t fill his hand,

nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

8 Neither do those who go by say,

"The blessing of the LORD be on you.

We bless you in the LORD’s name."

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.