8 I have kept vigil, and I have become like a solitary sparrow on a roof.
9 All day long my enemies reproached me, and those who praised me swore oaths against me.
10 For I chewed on ashes like bread, and I mixed weeping into my drink.
11 By the face of your anger and indignation, you lifted me up and threw me down.
12 My days have declined like a shadow, and I have dried out like hay.
13 But you, O Lord, endure for eternity, and your memorial is from generation to generation.
14 You will rise up and take pity on Zion, for it is time for its mercy, for the time has come.