8 I keep watch like a bird by itself on the house-top.
9 My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
10 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
11 Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.
12 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
13 But you, O Lord, are eternal; and your name will never come to an end.
14 You will again get up and have mercy on Zion: for the time has come for her to be comforted.
