JuliaSmith(i)
1 Song of ascensions. Much they pressed me from my youth, shall Israel now say:
2 Much they pressed me from my youth: also they shall not prevail against me.
3 They ploughing, ploughed upon my back: they made long to their furrows
4 Jehovah the just cut the entanglings of the unjust
5 They shall be ashamed and draw back all hating Zion.
6 They shall be as the grass of the roofs drying up before it was drawn out:
7 He harvesting filled not his hand; and he heaping together, not his arm.
8 And they passing by, said not, The praise of Jehovah to you: we praised you in the name of Jehovah.