A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed and pours out his complaint before Yahweh.

1 Hear my prayer, Yahweh!

Let my cry come to you.

2 Don’t hide your face from me in the day of my distress.

Turn your ear to me.

Answer me quickly in the day when I call.

3 For my days consume away like smoke.

My bones are burned as a torch.

4 My heart is blighted like grass, and withered,

for I forget to eat my bread.

5 By reason of the voice of my groaning,

my bones stick to my skin.

6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness.

I have become as an owl of the waste places.

7 I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.

8 My enemies reproach me all day.

Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.

9 For I have eaten ashes like bread,

and mixed my drink with tears,

10 because of your indignation and your wrath;

for you have taken me up and thrown me away.

11 My days are like a long shadow.

I have withered like grass.

12 But you, Yahweh, will remain forever;

your renown endures to all generations.

13 You will arise and have mercy on Zion,

for it is time to have pity on her.

Yes, the set time has come.

14 For your servants take pleasure in her stones,

and have pity on her dust.

15 So the nations will fear Yahweh’s name,

all the kings of the earth your glory.

16 For Yahweh has built up Zion.

He has appeared in his glory.

17 He has responded to the prayer of the destitute,

and has not despised their prayer.

18 This will be written for the generation to come.

A people which will be created will praise Yah,

19 for he has looked down from the height of his sanctuary.

From heaven, Yahweh saw the earth,

20 to hear the groans of the prisoner,

to free those who are condemned to death,

21 that men may declare Yahweh’s name in Zion,

and his praise in Jerusalem,

22 when the peoples are gathered together,

the kingdoms, to serve Yahweh.

23 He weakened my strength along the course.

He shortened my days.

24 I said, "My God, don’t take me away in the middle of my days.

Your years are throughout all generations.

25 Of old, you laid the foundation of the earth.

The heavens are the work of your hands.

26 They will perish, but you will endure.

Yes, all of them will wear out like a garment.

You will change them like a cloak, and they will be changed.

27 But you are the same.

Your years will have no end.

28 The children of your servants will continue.

Their offspring will be established before you."

1 A Prayer of the afflicted when he is feeble, and before Jehovah poureth out his plaint. O Jehovah, hear my prayer, yea, my cry to Thee cometh.

2 Hide not Thou Thy face from me, In a day of mine adversity, Incline unto me Thine ear, In the day I call, haste, answer me.

3 For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.

4 Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

6 I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.

7 I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.

8 All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.

9 Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

10 From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.

11 My days as a shadow [are] stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.

12 And Thou, O Jehovah, to the age abidest, And Thy memorial to all generations.

13 Thou -- Thou risest -- Thou pitiest Zion, For the time to favour her, For the appointed time hath come.

14 For Thy servants have been pleased with her stones, And her dust they favour.

15 And nations fear the name of Jehovah, And all kings of the earth Thine honour,

16 For Jehovah hath builded Zion, He hath been seen in His honour,

17 He turned unto the prayer of the destitute, And He hath not despised their prayer.

18 This is written for a later generation, And the people created do praise Jah.

19 For He hath looked From the high place of His sanctuary. Jehovah from heaven unto earth looked attentively,

20 To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death,

21 To declare in Zion the name of Jehovah, And His praise in Jerusalem,

22 In the peoples being gathered together, And the kingdoms -- to serve Jehovah.

23 He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.

24 I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,` Through all generations [are] Thine years.

25 Beforetime the earth Thou didst found, And the work of Thy hands [are] the heavens.

26 They -- They perish, and Thou remainest, And all of them as a garment become old, As clothing Thou changest them, And they are changed.

27 And Thou [art] the same, and Thine years are not finished.

28 The sons of Thy servants do continue, And their seed before Thee is established!