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.
15 For your servants take pleasure in her stones, looking with love on her dust.
16 So the nations will give honour to the name of the Lord, and all the kings of the earth will be in fear of his glory:
17 When the Lord has put up the walls of Zion, and has been been in his glory;
18 When he has given ear to the prayer of the poor, and has not put his request on one side.
