Thomson(i)
3 For my days have vanished like smoke: and my bones are parched like dry wood.
4 I am cut down like grass: my heart is withered: because I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones have cleaved to my flesh.
6 I am become like a pelican of the desert: I am like a night hawk on a ruined building.
7 I have passed sleepless nights; and been like a solitary bird on a house top.
8 All the day mine enemies reproached me: and they who praise me swore against me.
9 Because I have eaten ashes as bread and have mingled my drink with tears,
10 on account of thine indignation and wrath: [for having lifted me up thou hast dashed me down].
11 My days have flitted away like a shadow; and I am withered like mown grass.
12 But thou, Lord, endurest forever; and the memorial of thee to all generations.
13 Thou wilt arise and have mercy on Sion: for the time to favour her; the set time is come.
14 Because thy servants had an affection for the stones thereof; therefore they will commiserate her rubbish.
15 And the nations shall fear thy name, Lord; and all the kings of the earth, thy glory.
16 For the Lord will rebuild Sion and appear in his glory.
17 He hath regarded the prayer of the lowly, and hath not despised their supplication.
18 Let her be enrolled for the generation to come: and the people to be born will praise the Lord:
19 because he hath looked out from the height of his sanctuary. Out of heaven the Lord looked down on the earth;
20 to hear the groaning of the prisoners; to set free the sons of them who were slain;
21 to proclaim the name of the Lord in Sion; and his praise in Jerusalem.
22 When tribes were assembled together; and kings, to serve the Lord;
23 he addressed him in the way of his strength; Shew me the fewness of my days;
24 call me not away in the midst of them; thy years are throughout all generations.
25 Thou Lord, in the beginning didst lay the foundations of the earth; and the heavens are the work of thy hands.
26 They shall perish; but thou wilt endure: they shall all wax old like a garment; and like a mantle thou wilt fold them up and they shall be changed:
27 but as for thee, thou art the same; and thy years shall have no end.
28 Let the children of thy servants pitch their tents and their seed be established forever.