A song for those who go up to Jerusalem to worship the Lord.
1 Here is what Israel should say.
“My enemies have treated me badly ever since I was a young nation.
2 My enemies have treated me badly ever since I was a young nation.
But they haven’t won the battle.
3 They have made deep wounds in my back.
It looks like a field a farmer has plowed.
4 The Lord does what is right.
Sinners had tied me up with ropes. But the Lord has set me free.”
5 May all those who hate Zion
be driven back in shame.
6 May they be like grass that grows on the roof of a house.
It dries up before it can grow.
7 There isn’t enough of it to fill a person’s hand.
There isn’t enough to tie up and carry away.
8 May no one who passes by say to those who hate Zion,
“May the blessing of the Lord be on you.
We bless you in the name of the Lord.”
Cântico de peregrinação.
1Isto é o que Israel poderá dizer:
“Muitas vezes fui perseguido,
já desde a minha juventude!
2 Sim, já na minha mocidade me oprimiram;
contudo, não conseguiram acabar comigo!
3 Exploraram-me como o agricultor que lavra a terra;
os açoites que me deram abriram sulcos profundos.”
4 Mas o Senhor é justo;
ele corta as amarras dos ímpios.
5 Sejam envergonhados e retirem-se,
todos os que odeiam a Sião.
6 Que todos esses sejam como a erva dos telhados,
que seca depressa, antes de a arrancarem.
7 Ninguém lhe liga;
nem o agricultor, nem o ceifeiro.
8 Que ninguém, ao vê-los, diga:
“O Senhor vos abençoe!
Que sejam abençoados em nome do Senhor!”