Of old - the earth, thou didst found, And, the work of thy hands, are the heavens;

This, shall be written, for a later generation, And, a people to be created, will give praise unto Yah: -

O Yahweh, hear thou my prayer, and let, my cry for help, unto thee, enter in.

They, shall perish, But, thou, wilt abide; And, they all, like a garment, shall fall in pieces, As a vesture, wilt thou change them and they shall vanish;

Thou, wilt arise, wilt have compassion upon Zion, Surely it is time to favour her, Surely the time appointed, hath come;

But, thou, art, the same, - And, thy years, shall have no end:

But, thou, O Yahweh, age-abidingly wilt remain, And the memorial of thee, to generation after generation.

When Yahweh, hath built up, Zion, Hath appeared in his glory;

I said, O my GOD, do not remove me in the midst of my days, Throughout the generation of generations, are thy years;

That he looked down, out of his holy height, Yahweh, from the heavens unto the earth, directed his gaze; -

Hath turned towards the prayer of the destitute, And not despised their prayer,

I am like the pelican of the desert, I have become as an owl among ruins.

For, consumed in smoke, are my days, And, my bones, like a burning mass, are scorched through;

I have watched and am become, Like a bird sitting alone upon a housetop.

That the nations may revere thy Name, O Yahweh, And all the kings of the earth, thy glory.

My days, are like a shadow extended, And, I, as green herbage, do wither.

The children of thy servants, shall continue, - And, their seed, before thee, be established.

Seeing that thy servants, take pleasure, in her stones, And, her dust, they favour:

To hear the groaning of the prisoner, To set free, them who were appointed to death.

At the noise of my groaning, my bone, hath cleaved, to my flesh:

To the end the Name of Yahweh, might be celebrated in Zion, And his praise in Jerusalem:

He hath prostrated, in the way, my strength, - He hath shortened my days.

Smitten like herbage, so is my heart dried up, For I have forgotten to eat my food.

All the day, have mine enemies, reproached me, And, they who are mad against me, by me, have sworn.

Because of thine indignation and thy wrath, For thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.

When the peoples, gather themselves together, And the kingdoms, to serve Yahweh.

For, ashes - like bread, have I eaten, And, my drink - with my tears, have I mingled;