1 ل ِيَقُلْ إسرائِيلُ: كانَ لِي أعداءٌ كَثِيرُونَ مُنذُ شَبابِي.

A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

2 ك انَ لِي أعداءٌ كَثِيرُونَ مُنذُ شَبابِي، وَواحِدٌ مِنهُمْ لَمْ يَنتَصِرْ!

Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

3 ب ِقَسوَةٍ ضَرَبُونِي، تَرَكُوا عَلَى ظَهرِي جِراحاً طَوِيلَةً، كَالأتلامِ فِي حَقلٍ مَحرُوثٍ.

Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.

4 غ َيرَ أنَّ اللهَ البارَّ حَرَّرَنِي مِنْ قُيُودِ الأشرارِ.

Jehovah righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.

5 ل ِيُذَلَّ كُلُّ أعداءِ صِهْيَوْنَ، وَيُرَدُّوا مَهزُومِينَ مَخْزِيِّينَ.

Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

6 ل َيتَهُمْ يَكُونُونَ كَعُشبٍ عَلَى السُّطُوحِ يَذوِي قَبلَ أنْ يَكتَمِلَ نُمُوُّهُ.

They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,

7 ل ا يَملأُ الحاصِدُونَ مِنهُ أيدِيَهُمْ، وَلا يَجِدُونَ ما يَكفِي لِحُزمَةٍ واحِدَةٍ!

That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

8 و َلا يَقُولُ مَنْ يَمُرُّ بِهَؤُلاءِ الأشرارِ: «لِتَكُنْ لَكُمْ بَرَكاتُ اللهِ!» أوْ «نُبارِكُكُمْ بِاسْمِ اللهِ!»

And the passers by have not said, `The blessing of Jehovah on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'