O Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry come unto Thee.
Turn not Thy face away from me; in the day when I am afflicted, incline Thine ear unto me.
In the day when I call upon Thee, quickly hearken unto me.
For my days are vanished like smoke, and my bones consumed like wood for the burning.
I am smitten like grass, and withered is my heart, for I forgot to eat my bread.
By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bone hath cleaved unto my flesh.
I am become like a pelican of the wilderness, I am like an owl in a ruined house.
I have watched, and am like a sparrow that sitteth alone upon the house-top.
The whole day long mine enemies reproached me, and they that praised me made an oath against me.
For before the face of Thy wrath and Thine anger I ate ashes like bread, and my drink I mingled with weeping; for after uplifting me, Thou hast dashed me down.
My days like a shadow have declined, and I like grass am withered.
But Thou, O Lord, for ever abidest, and Thy remembrance is unto generation and generation.
Thou shalt rise up and have pity upon Sion, for it is time to have compassion on her, yea, the time is come.
For Thy servants have taken pleasure in her stones, and they shall feel pity for her dust.
And the nations shall fear Thy name, O Lord, and all the kings of the earth Thy glory.
For the Lord shall build up Sion, and He shall be seen in His glory.
He hath regarded the prayer of the humble, and hath not despised their supplication.
Let this be written for another generation, and the people that is being created shall praise the Lord.
For He hath looked out from His holy height, the Lord from heaven hath looked upon the earth,
To hear the groaning of them that be in fetters, to loose the sons of the slain,
To declare in Sion the name of the Lord, and His praise in Jerusalem,
When the peoples are gathered together, and the kings to serve the Lord.
He answered Him in the way of his strength: The fewness of my days declare unto me.
Take me not away at the half of my days; in generations and generations are Thy years.
In the beginning, O Lord, Thou didst lay the foundation of the earth, and the heavens are the works of Thy hands.
They shall perish, but Thou abidest; and all like a garment shall grow old,
And as a vesture shalt Thou fold them, and they shall be changed; but Thou art the same, and Thy years shall not fail.
The sons of Thy servants shall have their dwelling, and their seed for ever shall be guided aright.