Prayer of an Afflicted Man for Mercy on Himself and on Zion.

1 1Hear my prayer, O LORD! And let my cry for help 2come to You.
2 3Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my distress; 4Incline Your ear to me; In the day when I call 5answer me quickly.
3 For my days 6have been consumed in smoke, And my 7bones have been scorched like a hearth.
4 My heart 8has been smitten like grass and has 9withered away, Indeed, I 10forget to eat my bread.
5 Because of the loudness of my groaning My 11bones cling to my flesh.
6 I resemble a 12pelican of the wilderness; I have become like an owl of the waste places.
7 I 13lie awake, I have become like a lonely bird on a housetop.