A prayerתְּפִלָּהof the afflicted one,לְעָנִיwhenכִיhe grows faintיַעֲטֹףand beforeוְלִפְנֵיYHWHיְהוָהpours outיִשְׁפֹּךְhis complaint.שִׂיחוֹYHWH,יְהוָהhearשִׁמְעָהmy prayer,תְפִלָּתִיand let my cry for helpוְשַׁוְעָתִיcomeתָבוֹאto you.אֵלֶיךָ
Do notאַלhideתַּסְתֵּרyour faceפָּנֶיךָfrom meמִמֶּנִּיin the dayבְּיוֹםof my distress;צַר לִיinclineהַטֵּהto meאֵלַיyour ear;אָזְנֶךָin the dayבְּיוֹםI call,אֶקְרָאhurry,מַהֵרanswer me.עֲנֵנִי
Forכִּיmy daysיָמָיhave been consumedכָלוּin smoke,בְעָשָׁןand my bonesוְעַצְמוֹתַיlike a hearthכְּמוֹ קֵדare burned.נִחָרוּ
Struck downהוּכָּהlike grassכָעֵשֶׂבand withered isוַיִּבַשׁmy heart,לִבִּיforכִּיI forgetשָׁכַחְתִּיto eatמֵאֲכֹלmy bread.לַחְמִי
Because of the soundמִקּוֹלof my groaningאַנְחָתִיmy boneעַצְמִיclingsדָּבְקָהto my flesh.לִבְשָׂרִי
I am likeדָּמִיתִיa pelicanלִקְאַתof the wilderness;מִדְבָּרI have becomeהָיִיתִיlike an owlכְּכוֹסof the ruins.חֳרָבוֹת
I keep watch,שָׁקַדְתִּיand I amוָאֶהְיֶהlike a birdכְּצִפּוֹרaloneבּוֹדֵדonעַלthe roof.גָּג
Allכָּלthe dayהַיּוֹםmy enemiesאוֹיְבָיtaunt me;חֵרְפוּנִיthose who rage against meמְהוֹלָלַיswearנִשְׁבָּעוּby me.בִּי
Forכִּיashesאֵפֶרlike breadכַּלֶּחֶםI have eaten,אָכָלְתִּיand my drinkוְשִׁקֻּוַיwith weepingבִּבְכִיI have mixed,מָסָכְתִּי
becauseמִפְּנֵיof your indignationזַעַמְךָand your wrath;וְקִצְפֶּךָforכִּיyou lifted me upנְשָׂאתַנִיand threw me down.וַתַּשְׁלִיכֵנִי
My days areיָמַיlike a shadowכְּצֵלstretched out,נָטוּיand Iוַאֲנִיlike grassכָּעֵשֶׂבwither.אִיבָשׁ
But you,וְאַתָּהYHWH,יְהוָהforeverלְעוֹלָםsit enthroned,תֵּשֵׁבand your remembrance isוְזִכְרְךָto generation and generation.לְדֹר וָדֹר
Youאַתָּהwill arise andתָקוּםhave mercyתְּרַחֵםon Zion,צִיּוֹןforכִּיit is the timeעֵתto show her favor,לְחֶנְנָהּforכִּיthe appointed timeמוֹעֵדhas come.בָא
Forכִּיyour servantsעֲבָדֶיךָtake pleasureרָצוּin her stones,אֶת אֲבָנֶיהָand her dustוְאֶת עֲפָרָהּthey pity.יְחֹנֵנוּ
And the nationsוְ גוֹיִםwill fearיִירְאוּthe nameאֶת שֵׁםof YHWH,יְהוָהand allוְכָלthe kingsמַלְכֵיof the earthהָאָרֶץyour glory.אֶת כְּבוֹדֶךָ
ForכִּיYHWHיְהוָהhas builtבָנָהZion;צִיּוֹןhe has appearedנִרְאָהin his glory.בִּכְבוֹדוֹ
He has turnedפָּנָהto the prayerאֶל תְּפִלַּת הָof the destitute,עַרְעָרand has notוְלֹאdespisedבָזָהtheir prayer.אֶת תְּפִלָּתָם
Thisזֹאתwill be writtenתִּכָּתֶבfor a generationלְדוֹרto come,אַחֲרוֹןand a peopleוְעַםcreatedנִבְרָאwill praiseיְהַלֶּלYah.יָהּ
Forכִּיhe looked downהִשְׁקִיףfrom the heightמִמְּרוֹםof his holiness;קָדְשׁוֹYHWHיְהוָהfrom the heavensמִשָּׁמַיִםto the earthאֶל אֶרֶץgazed,הִבִּיט
to hearלִשְׁמֹעַthe groaningאֶנְקַתof the prisoner,אָסִירto set freeלְפַתֵּחַthe sonsבְּנֵיof death,תְמוּתָה
that they may recountלְסַפֵּרin Zionבְּצִיּוֹןthe nameשֵׁםof YHWH,יְהוָהand his praiseוּתְהִלָּתוֹin Jerusalem,בִּירוּשָׁלִָם
when the peoplesעַמִּיםare gatheredבְּהִקָּבֵץtogether,יַחְדָּוand the kingdoms,וּמַמְלָכוֹתto serveלַעֲבֹדYHWH.אֶת יְהוָה
He has afflictedעִנָּהin the wayבַדֶּרֶךְmy strength;כֹּחִיhe has shortenedקִצַּרmy days.יָמָי
I say,אֹמַר“My El,אֵלִיdo notאַלtake me upתַּעֲלֵנִיin the middleבַּחֲצִיof my days,יָמָיthrough generation of generationsבְּדוֹר דּוֹרִיםare your years.שְׁנוֹתֶיךָ
Of oldלְפָנִיםyou foundedיָסַדְתָּthe earth,הָאָרֶץand the workוּמַעֲשֵׂהof your handsיָדֶיךָare the heavens.שָׁמָיִם
Theyהֵמָּהwill perish,יֹאבֵדוּbut youוְאַתָּהwill remain;תַעֲמֹדand all of themוְכֻלָּםlike a garmentכַּבֶּגֶדwill wear out;יִבְלוּlike clothingכַּלְּבוּשׁyou will change them,תַּחֲלִיפֵםand they will pass away.וְיַחֲלֹפוּ
But youוְאַתָּהare the same,הוּאand your yearsוּשְׁנוֹתֶיךָwill notלֹאcome to an end.יִתָּמּוּ
The sonsבְּנֵיof your servantsעֲבָדֶיךָwill dwell,יִשְׁכּוֹנוּand their offspringוְזַרְעָםbefore youלְפָנֶיךָwill be established.”יִכּוֹן