Hear my prayer, O Lord, *
and let my cry come unto you.
Hide not your face from me in the time of my trouble; *
incline your ear to me when I call; O hear me, and very soon.
For my days are consumed like smoke, *
and my bones are burnt up as in a furnace.
My heart is smitten and withered like grass, *
so that I forget to eat my bread.
Because of the voice of my groaning, *
my bones will scarcely cleave to my flesh.
I have become like an owl in the wilderness *
and like a screech-owl among the ruins.
I am solitary, and lie sleepless because of my groaning; *
I am like a sparrow that sits alone upon the housetop.
My enemies revile me all day long, *
and those who are enraged against me conspire to do me hurt.
For I have eaten ashes as if they were bread *
and mingled my drink with weeping,
Because of your indignation and wrath; *
for you have taken me up and cast me down.
My days are gone like a shadow, *
and I am withered like grass.
But you, O Lord, shall endure for ever, *
and your remembrance throughout all generations.
You shall arise and have mercy upon Zion, *
for it is time for you to have mercy upon her; indeed, the time has come.
For your servants love her very stones, *
and are moved to pity to see her in the dust.
The nations shall fear your Name, O Lord, *
and all the kings of the earth your majesty,
When the Lord shall build up Zion, *
and when his glory shall appear,
When he turns to the prayer of the destitute *
and despises not their plea.
This shall be written for those that come after, *
and a people that shall yet be born shall praise the Lord.
For he has looked down from his sanctuary; *
from the heavens the Lord has beheld the earth;
That he might hear the groanings of those who are in captivity, *
and deliver those who are condemned to die;
That they may declare the Name of the Lord in Zion, *
and his praises in Jerusalem;
When the peoples are gathered together, *
and the kingdoms also, to serve the Lord.
He brought down my strength before my time, *
and shortened my days.
But I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days; *
for your years endure throughout all generations.
You, Lord, in the beginning laid the foundation of the earth, *
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
They shall perish, but you shall endure; *
they all shall wear out, as does a garment;
And as a garment you shall change them, and they shall be changed; *
but you are the same, and your years shall not fail.
The children of your servants shall continue, *
and their seed shall stand fast in your sight.