תְהִלִּים 129

1 שִׁ֗יר הַֽמַּ֫עֲלֹ֥ות רַ֭בַּת צְרָר֣וּנִי מִנְּעוּרַ֑י יֹֽאמַר־נָ֝א יִשְׂרָאֵֽל׃

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

2 רַ֭בַּת צְרָר֣וּנִי מִנְּעוּרָ֑י גַּ֝ם לֹא־יָ֥כְלוּ לִֽי׃

Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

3 עַל־גַּ֭בִּי חָרְשׁ֣וּ חֹרְשִׁ֑ים הֶ֝אֱרִ֗יכוּ לְמַעֲנֹותָם (לְמַעֲנִיתָֽם)׃

They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

4 יְהוָ֥ה צַדִּ֑יק קִ֝צֵּ֗ץ עֲבֹ֣ות רְשָׁעִֽים׃

But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

5 יֵ֭בֹשׁוּ וְיִסֹּ֣גוּ אָחֹ֑ור כֹּ֝֗ל שֹׂנְאֵ֥י צִיֹּֽון׃

May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

6 יִ֭הְיוּ כַּחֲצִ֣יר גַּגֹּ֑ות שֶׁקַּדְמַ֖ת שָׁלַ֣ף יָבֵֽשׁ׃

May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

7 שֶׁלֹּ֤א מִלֵּ֖א כַפֹּ֥ו קֹוצֵ֗ר וְחִצְנֹ֥ו מְעַמֵּֽר׃

There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

8 וְלֹ֤א אָֽמְר֨וּ ׀ הָעֹבְרִ֗ים בִּרְכַּֽת־יְהוָ֥ה אֲלֵיכֶ֑ם בֵּרַ֥כְנוּ אֶ֝תְכֶ֗ם בְּשֵׁ֣ם יְהוָֽה׃

May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”