| 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! |