What is man that You take thought of him,
And the son of man that You care for him?

My wounds grow foul and fester
Because of my folly.

I was mute and silent,
I refrained even from good,
And my sorrow grew worse.

May their eyes grow dim so that they cannot see,
And make their loins shake continually.

And even when I am old and gray, O God, do not forsake me,
Until I declare Your strength to this generation,
Your power to all who are to come.

From the care of the ewes with suckling lambs He brought him
To shepherd Jacob His people,
And Israel His inheritance.

O God of hosts, turn again now, we beseech You;
Look down from heaven and see, and take care of this vine,

The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree,
He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

He causes the grass to grow for the cattle,
And vegetation for the labor of man,
So that he may bring forth food from the earth,

Who covers the heavens with clouds,
Who provides rain for the earth,
Who makes grass to grow on the mountains.