A prayer of an afflicted person who has grown weak and pours out a lament before the Lord.
1 Hear my prayer, Lord;
let my cry for help come to you.
when I am in distress.
Turn your ear to me;
when I call, answer me quickly.
my bones burn like glowing embers.
I forget to eat my food.
and am reduced to skin and bones.
like an owl among the ruins.
like a bird alone on a roof.
those who rail against me use my name as a curse.
and mingle my drink with tears
for you have taken me up and thrown me aside.
I wither away like grass.
your renown endures through all generations.
for it is time to show favor to her;
the appointed time has come.
her very dust moves them to pity.
all the kings of the earth will revere your glory.
and appear in his glory.
he will not despise their plea.
that a people not yet created may praise the Lord:
from heaven he viewed the earth,
and release those condemned to death.”
and his praise in Jerusalem
assemble to worship the Lord.
he cut short my days.
“Do not take me away, my God, in the midst of my days;
your years go on through all generations.
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
they will all wear out like a garment.
Like clothing you will change them
and they will be discarded.
and your years will never end.
their descendants will be established before you.”