O Jehovah, hear my prayer; And let my cry come unto You.

Do not hide Your face from me On the day of my distress; Incline Your ear to me; On the day when I call out, answer me quickly.

For my days are consumed in smoke, And my bones burn like a hearth.

My heart is stricken like grass and dried up; Indeed I have even forgotten to eat my bread.

Because of the voice of my groaning My bones cling to my flesh.

I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I have become like an owl of the desolate places.

I watch, and I am like A lone sparrow on a housetop.

All day long my enemies reproach me; Those who deride me use me as a curse.

For I have eaten ashes like bread, And have mixed my drink with weeping,

Because of Your indignation and Your wrath; For You have taken me up and cast me away.

My days are like a shadow that declines, And I am dried up like grass.

But You, O Jehovah, abide forever; And Your memorial is from generation to generation.

You will arise and have compassion on Zion, For it is time to be gracious to her; the appointed time has come.

For Your servants take pleasure in her stones, And show favor to her soil.

And the nations will fear the name of Jehovah, And all the kings of the earth, Your glory;

For Jehovah has built up Zion; He has appeared in His glory.

He has regarded the prayer of the destitute, And has not despised their prayer.

This will be written for a generation to come, And a people to be created will praise Jehovah.

For He has looked down from the height of His sanctuary; From heaven Jehovah beheld the earth,

To hear the groaning of the prisoner, To release those appointed to die;

That the name of Jehovah may be declared in Zion, And His praise, in Jerusalem,

When the peoples are gathered together, And the kingdoms, to serve Jehovah.

He has weakened my strength in the way; He has shortened my days.

I said, My God, Do not take me away in the middle of my days; Your years are throughout all generations.

Of old You laid the foundation of the earth, And the heavens are the work of Your hands.

They will perish, but You endure; Indeed all of them will wear out like a garment; Like clothing You will change them, And they will be changed.

But You are the same, And Your years are without end.

The children of Your servants will continue, And their seed will be established before You.