LORD, listen to my prayer,

LORD, listen to my prayer, And hear my cry for aid. Hide not your face from me, For I am so afraid. Incline your ear to me in need; And, when I call, be swift to heed.

Like smoke my days are gone; My bones are burned away. My appetite is lost; My heart is parched like hay. Because of my incessant groans I am no more than skin and bones.

I’m like a desert owl, An owl midst tumbled stone, Or bird upon a roof— I lie awake, alone. My foes revile me all day long; My haters mock my name in song.

For ashes are my food; I weep incessantly Because in your great wrath You have abandoned me. My days like evening shadows pass; I wither like the sun-dried grass.

But you, O LORD, are set For ever on your throne; Through each succeeding age Endures your great renown. You will arise in mighty power; On Zion mercy you will shower.

The set time now has come To bless Jerusalem. Her stones your saints hold dear; Her dust is mourned by them. Nations will fear your name, O LORD; All kings on earth your praise record.

For God will yet appear In glorious might to reign; The LORD in grace will build Jerusalem again. The prayers of the poor he’ll heed; He will not spurn their cry of need.

Let this be written down To teach a future race, So people yet unborn May magnify his grace: That from his holy place above The LORD looked down in tender love.

From heav’n he viewed the earth Observing all mankind, To hear the groans of those In prison cells confined, And to deliver from on high A multitude condemned to die.

In Zion will be praised The LORD’s exalted name; His praises will be sung Within Jerusalem, When peoples and their kingdoms throng To serve the LORD with cheerful song.

He took my strength away By his almighty power; He shortened grievously My life’s allotted hour. I said, “O take me not away, My God, at noontide of my day.

“Your days and years go on Through every age of man. The earth’s foundation strong You laid when time began. The heavens came at your command, Created by your mighty hand.

“The earth and heavens will fail, But you alone remain. Like garments they will age, While you on high will reign. Like clothing you will change them all; Like clothes discarded they will fall.

“But you endure always; Your years will never cease. Your servants’ children too Will know your reign of peace. Their offspring, their succeeding race, Will ever stand before your face.”