9 For why? I ashes eaten havelike bread, in sorrows deep;My drink I also mingled havewith tears that I did weep.
10 Thy wrath and indignationdid cause this grief and pain;For thou hast lift me up on high,and cast me down again.
11 My days are like unto a shade,which doth declining pass;And I am dry'd and withered,ev'n like unto the grass.
12 But thou, Lord, everlasting art,and thy remembrance shallContinually endure,and be to generations all.
13 Thou shalt arise, and mercy haveupon thy Sion yet;The time to favour her is come,the time that thou hast set.
14 For in her rubbish and her stonesthy servants pleasure take;Yea, they the very dust thereofdo favour for her sake.
15 So shall the heathen people fearthe Lord's most holy name;And all the kings on earth shall dreadthy glory and thy fame.