Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress is to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.

For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.

O Jehovah, let me not be ashamed, For I have called Thee, let the wicked be ashamed, Let them become silent to Sheol.

Let lips of falsehood become dumb, That are speaking against the righteous, Ancient sayings, in pride and contempt.

When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.

Young I have been, I have also become old, And I have not seen the righteous forsaken, And his seed seeking bread.

Stunk -- become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.

Thou sellest Thy people -- without wealth, And hast not become great by their price.

Trust not in oppression, And in robbery become not vain, Wealth -- when it increaseth -- set not the heart.

How have they become a desolation as in a moment, They have been ended -- consumed from terrors.

A Psalm of Asaph. O God, nations have come into Thy inheritance, They have defiled Thy holy temple, They made Jerusalem become heaps,

They -- They perish, and Thou remainest, And all of them as a garment become old, As clothing Thou changest them, And they are changed.

He maketh rivers become a wilderness, And fountains of waters become dry land.

He maketh a wilderness become a pool of water, And a dry land become fountains of waters.

A stone the builders refused Hath become head of a corner.

With perfect hatred I have hated them, Enemies they have become to me.

Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.

And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.