I lie awake; I am like a lonely bird on a housetop.
All day long my enemies insult me; those who mock me use my name in cursing.
Because of your anger and fury, ashes are my food, and my tears are mixed with my drink. You picked me up and threw me away.
My life is like the evening shadows; I am like dry grass.
But you, O Lord, are king forever; all generations will remember you.
You will rise and take pity on Zion; the time has come to have mercy on her; this is the right time.
Your servants love her, even though she is destroyed; they have pity on her, even though she is in ruins.
The nations will fear the Lord; all the kings of the earth will fear his power.
When the Lord rebuilds Zion, he will reveal his greatness.
He will hear his forsaken people and listen to their prayer.
Write down for the coming generation what the Lord has done, so that people not yet born will praise him.