Psalms

¹ A Prayer of the afflicted when he is faint and pours out his complaint before Yahweh. O Yahweh, hear my prayer! And let my cry for help come to You.

² Incline Your ear to me; In the day when I call answer me quickly.

³ And my bones have been scorched like a hearth.

⁴ Indeed, I forget to eat my bread.

⁵ My bones cling to my flesh.

⁶ I have become like an owl of the waste places.

⁷ I have become like a lonely bird on a roof.

⁸ Those who ridicule me swear against me.

⁹ And mixed my drinks with weeping

¹⁰ For You have lifted me up and cast me away.

¹¹ And as for me, I dry up like grass.

¹² And the remembrance of Your name from generation to generation.

¹³ For it is time to be gracious to it, For the appointed time has come.

¹⁴ And show grace to its dust—

¹⁵ And all the kings of the earth Your glory.

¹⁶ He has appeared in His glory.

¹⁷ And has not despised their prayer.

¹⁸ And a people yet to be created will praise Yah.

¹⁹ From heaven Yahweh gazed upon the earth,

²⁰ To set free those who were doomed to death,

²¹ And His praise in Jerusalem,

²² And the kingdoms, to serve Yahweh.

²³ He has shortened my days.

²⁴ Your years are from generation to all generations.

²⁵ And the heavens are the work of Your hands.

²⁶ And all of them will wear out like a garment; Like clothing You will change them and they will be changed.

²⁷ And Your years will not come to an end.

²⁸ And their seed will be established before You.”