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A Prayer of the afflicted when he is feeble, and before Jehovah poureth out his plaint. O Jehovah, hear my prayer, yea, my cry to Thee cometh. |
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Hide not Thou Thy face from me, In a day of mine adversity, Incline unto me Thine ear, In the day I call, haste, answer me. |
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For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned. |
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Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread. |
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From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh. |
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I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places. |
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I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof. |
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All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me. |
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Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled, |
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From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down. |
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My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered. |
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And Thou, O Jehovah, to the age abidest, And Thy memorial to all generations. |
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Thou -- Thou risest -- Thou pitiest Zion, For the time to favour her, For the appointed time hath come. |
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For Thy servants have been pleased with her stones, And her dust they favour. |
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And nations fear the name of Jehovah, And all kings of the earth Thine honour, |
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For Jehovah hath builded Zion, He hath been seen in His honour, |
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He turned unto the prayer of the destitute, And He hath not despised their prayer. |
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This is written for a later generation, And the people created do praise Jah. |
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For He hath looked From the high place of His sanctuary. Jehovah from heaven unto earth looked attentively, |
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To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death, |
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To declare in Zion the name of Jehovah, And His praise in Jerusalem, |
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In the peoples being gathered together, And the kingdoms -- to serve Jehovah. |
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He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days. |
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I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations `are' Thine years. |
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Beforetime the earth Thou didst found, And the work of Thy hands `are' the heavens. |
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They -- They perish, and Thou remainest, And all of them as a garment become old, As clothing Thou changest them, And they are changed. |
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And Thou `art' the same, and Thine years are not finished. |
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The sons of Thy servants do continue, And their seed before Thee is established! |