ECB(i)
9 For I eat ashes as bread and mix my drink with weeping
10 at the face of your indignation and your rage: for you lift me up and cast me down:
11 my days spread as a shadow; and I wither as herbage.
12 And you, O Yah Veh, settle eternal; and your memorial generation to generation:
13 You - you rise; you mercy Siyon; for the time to grant her charism - yes, the season has come.
14 For your servants are pleased in her stones and grant charism to the dust.