ECB(i)
1 A Song of Degrees. Greatly they tribulated me from my youth; O Yisra El, I beseech, say;
2 Greatly they tribulated me from my youth; yet they prevailed not against me:
3 the plowers plow on my back; they lengthen their furrows.
4 Yah Veh is just: he chops the ropes of the wicked.
5 Shame and apostatize, you who hate Siyon;
6 as the grass on the roofs, withering ere they are drawn:
7 which fill neither the palm of the mower nor the bosom of the binder:
8 neither say they who pass by, The blessing of Yah Veh is upon you; we bless you in the name of Yah Veh.