A Prayer of one afflicted, when he is faint and pours out his complaint before the Lord.
1 Hear my prayer, O Lord;
let my cry come to you!
in the day of my distress!
Incline your ear to me;
answer me speedily in the day when I call!
and my bones burn like a furnace.
I forget to eat my bread.
my bones cling to my flesh.
like an owla of the waste places;
I am like a lonely sparrow on the housetop.
those who deride me use my name for a curse.
and mingle tears with my drink,
for you have taken me up and thrown me down.
I wither away like grass.
you are remembered throughout all generations.
it is the time to favor her;
the appointed time has come.
and have pity on her dust.
and all the kings of the earth will fear your glory.
he appears in his glory;
and does not despise their prayer.
so that a people yet to be created may praise the Lord:
from heaven the Lord looked at the earth,
to set free those who were doomed to die,
and in Jerusalem his praise,
and kingdoms, to worship the Lord.
he has shortened my days.
in the midst of my days —
you whose years endure
throughout all generations!”
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
they will all wear out like a garment.
You will change them like a robe, and they will pass away,
their offspring shall be established before you.