1A Prayer for the Humbled One when he is about to faint, and, before Yahweh, poureth out his grief. 2Do not hide thy face from me, In the day when I am in distress,—Bend down unto me thine ear, In the day when I call, speedily answer me. 3For, consumed in smoke, are my days, And, my bones, like a burning mass, are scorched through; 4Smitten like herbage, so is my heart dried up, For I have forgotten to eat my food. 5At the noise of my groaning, my bone, hath cleaved, to my flesh: 6I am like the pelican of the desert, I have become as an owl among ruins. 7I have watched and am become, Like a bird sitting alone upon a housetop. 8All the day, have mine enemies, reproached me, And, they who are mad against me, by me, have sworn. 9For, ashes—like bread, have I eaten, And, my drink—with my tears, have I mingled; 10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath, For thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down. 11My days, are like a shadow extended, And, I, as green herbage, do wither. 12 But, thou, O Yahweh, age-abidingly wilt remain, And the memorial of thee, to generation after generation. 13Thou, wilt arise, wilt have compassion upon Zion, Surely it is time to favour her, Surely the time appointed, hath come; 14Seeing that thy servants, take pleasure, in her stones, And, her dust, they favour: 15That the nations may revere thy Name, O Yahweh, And all the kings of the earth, thy glory. 16When Yahweh, hath built up, Zion, Hath appeared in his glory; 17Hath turned towards the prayer of the destitute, And not despised their prayer, 18This, shall be written, for a later generation, And, a people to be created, will give praise unto Yah:— 19That he looked down, out of his holy height, Yahweh, from the heavens unto the earth, directed his gaze;— 20To hear the groaning of the prisoner, To set free, them who were appointed to death. 21To the end the Name of Yahweh, might be celebrated in Zion, And his praise in Jerusalem: 22When the peoples, gather themselves together, And the kingdoms, to serve Yahweh. 23 He hath prostrated, in the way, my strength,—He hath shortened my days. 24I said, O my GOD, do not remove me in the midst of my days, Throughout the generation of generations, are thy years; 25Of old—the earth, thou didst found, And, the work of thy hands, are the heavens; 26They, shall perish, But, thou, wilt abide; And, they all, like a garment, shall fall in pieces, As a vesture, wilt thou change them and they shall vanish; 27But, thou, art, the same,—And, thy years, shall have no end: 28The children of thy servants, shall continue,—And, their seed, before thee, be established.