9 Indeed, I eat ashes like bread and mix my drink with tears
10 because of your indignation and anger, for you have picked me up and thrown me away.
11 My days are like a lengthened shadow, and I wither like grass.
12 But you, O Yahweh, abide forever, and your remembrance from generation to generation.
13 You rise up and take pity on Zion, because it is time to favor it, for the appointed time has come.
14 Your servants take pleasure in her stones, and show favor to its dust.
15 Then the nations will fear the name of Yahweh, and all the kings of the earth your glory.