A prayer of the oppressed one when he is in despair* and pours out his concern before Jehovah.+
2 Do not hide your face from me in my time of distress.+
6 I resemble the pelican of the wilderness;
I am like a little owl among the ruins.
8 All day long my enemies taunt me.+
Those who mock me* use my name as a curse.
9 For I eat ashes as my bread,+
And my drink is mingled with tears,+
10 Because of your anger and your indignation,
For you lifted me up only to cast me aside.
13 Surely you will rise up and show mercy on Zion,+
For it is time to show her your favor;+
The appointed time has come.+
18 This is written for the future generation,+
So that a people yet to be brought forth* will praise Jah.
19 For he looks down from his holy height,+
From the heavens Jehovah views the earth,
20 To hear the sighing of the prisoner,+
To release those sentenced to death,+
21 So that the name of Jehovah will be declared in Zion+
And his praise in Jerusalem,
22 When the peoples and kingdoms
Gather together to serve Jehovah.+
23 He prematurely robbed me of my strength;
He cut short my days.
24 I said: “O my God,
Do not do away with me in the middle of my life,
You whose years span all generations.+
26 They will perish, but you will remain;
Just like a garment they will all wear out.
Just like clothing you will replace them, and they will pass away.