Lūgums satriekt Israēla naidniekus
1 Augšupceļa dziesma.
Gana tie mani nīdējuši kopš jaunības!
Tā lai saka Israēls:
2 gana tie mani nīdējuši kopš jaunības,
bet nav mani pieveikuši!
3 Uz manas muguras arāji aruši,
garas vagas dzinuši.
4 Kungs ir taisns – pārcirtis ļaundaru valgus!
5 Lai tie visi bēg apkaunoti, kas nīst Ciānu!
6 Lai tie ir kā zāle uz jumtiem –
pirms pastiepjas, jau vīst,
7 tā nepilda pļāvējam delnu,
nedz elkoni kūļu sējējam,
8 neviena, kas sacītu, garām iedams:
Kunga svētība pār jums!
Svētījam jūs Kunga vārdā!
A Song of degrees.
1 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:
2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.
3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
4 The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.
6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:
7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
8 Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.
