A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed and pours out his complaint before the Lord.
1 Hear my prayer, O Lord,
And let my cry come to You.
Incline Your ear to me;
In the day that I call, answer me speedily.
And my bones are burned like a hearth.
So that I forget to eat my bread.
My bones cling to my [b]skin.
I am like an owl of the desert.
And am like a sparrow alone on the housetop.
Those who deride me swear an oath against me.
And mingled my drink with weeping,
For You have lifted me up and cast me away.
And I wither away like grass.
And the remembrance of Your name to all generations.
For the time to favor her,
Yes, the set time, has come.
And show favor to her dust.
And all the kings of the earth Your glory.
He shall appear in His glory.
And shall not despise their prayer.
That a people yet to be created may praise the Lord.
From heaven the Lord viewed the earth,
To release those appointed to death,
And His praise in Jerusalem,
And the kingdoms, to serve the Lord.
He shortened my days.
Do not take me away in the midst of my days;
Your years are throughout all generations.
And the heavens are the work of Your hands.
Yes, they will all grow old like a garment;
Like a cloak You will change them,
And they will be changed.
And Your years will have no end.
And their descendants will be established before You.”