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שִׁ֗יר הַֽמַּ֫עֲלֹ֥ות רַ֭בַּת צְרָר֣וּנִי מִנְּעוּרַ֑י יֹֽאמַר־נָ֝א יִשְׂרָאֵֽל׃ | 1 |
A Song of Ascents. Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say:
רַ֭בַּת צְרָר֣וּנִי מִנְּעוּרָ֑י גַּ֝ם לֹא־יָ֥כְלוּ לִֽי׃ | 2 |
many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.
עַל־גַּ֭בִּי חָרְשׁ֣וּ חֹרְשִׁ֑ים הֶ֝אֱרִ֗יכוּ לְמַעֲנֹותָם (לְמַעֲנִיתָֽם)׃ | 3 |
The ploughers ploughed on my back. They made their furrows long.
יְהוָ֥ה צַדִּ֑יק קִ֝צֵּ֗ץ עֲבֹ֣ות רְשָׁעִֽים׃ | 4 |
The LORD is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.
יֵ֭בֹשׁוּ וְיִסֹּ֣גוּ אָחֹ֑ור כֹּ֝֗ל שֹׂנְאֵ֥י צִיֹּֽון׃ | 5 |
Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.
יִ֭הְיוּ כַּחֲצִ֣יר גַּגֹּ֑ות שֶׁקַּדְמַ֖ת שָׁלַ֣ף יָבֵֽשׁ׃ | 6 |
Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,
שֶׁלֹּ֤א מִלֵּ֖א כַפֹּ֥ו קֹוצֵ֗ר וְחִצְנֹ֥ו מְעַמֵּֽר׃ | 7 |
with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.
וְלֹ֤א אָֽמְר֨וּ ׀ הָעֹבְרִ֗ים בִּרְכַּֽת־יְהוָ֥ה אֲלֵיכֶ֑ם בֵּרַ֥כְנוּ אֶ֝תְכֶ֗ם בְּשֵׁ֣ם יְהוָֽה׃ | 8 |
Neither do those who go by say, “The blessing of the LORD be on you. We bless you in the LORD’s name.”