The distresses of my heart, hath he relieved, - and, out of my straits, brought me forth.
Remove from off me thy stroke, Because of the hostility of thy hand, am, I, consumed.
Do not be indignant, O Yahweh so very greatly, Neither perpetually, do thou recall iniquity, - Lo! look around, we pray thee -- thy people, are, we all. Thy holy cities, have become a wilderness, - Zion, a wilderness, hath become, Jerusalem, a desolation!
Our holy and our beautiful house Where our fathers praised thee, Hath become a conflagration, - And, all our delightful places, are in ruins! read more.
In view of these things, wilt thou restrain thyself. O Yahweh? Wilt thou hold thy peace and humble us so very greatly?
Heal thou me O Yahweh, that I may be healed, Save me that I may be saved, - For, my praise, thou art!
Thy holy cities, have become a wilderness, - Zion, a wilderness, hath become, Jerusalem, a desolation!