The Cords of the Wicked

1Song of ascensions. Much they pressed me from my youth, shall Israel now say:

2Much they pressed me from my youth: also they shall not prevail against me.

3They ploughing, ploughed upon my back: they made long to their furrows.

4Jehovah the just cut the entanglings of the unjust.

5They shall be ashamed and draw back all hating Zion.

6They shall be as the grass of the roofs drying up before it was drawn out:

7He harvesting filled not his hand; and he heaping together, not his arm.

8And they passing by, said not, The praise of Jehovah to you: we praised you in the name of Jehovah.