They confronted me in my day of calamity, but the Lord helped me.

Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I cry out to you all day long!

My days are coming to an end, and I am withered like grass.

People are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears.

Sound the ram’s horn on the day of the new moon, and on the day of the full moon when our festival begins.

He has taken away my strength in the middle of life; he has cut short my days.

Then I will tell others about your justice, and praise you all day long.

Day and night they walk around on its walls, while wickedness and destruction are within it.

All day long they cause me trouble; they make a habit of plotting my demise.

You established the cycle of day and night; you put the moon and sun in place.

Rise up, O God! Defend your honor! Remember how fools insult you all day long!

The Ephraimites were armed with bows, but they retreated in the day of battle.

You need not fear the terrors of the night, the arrow that flies by day,

For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.

O sovereign Lord, my strong deliverer, you shield my head in the day of battle.

All day long I feel humiliated and am overwhelmed with shame,

All day long he shows compassion and lends to others, and his children are blessed.

All day long my enemies taunt me; those who mock me use my name in their curses.

Instead he finds pleasure in obeying the Lord’s commands; he meditates on his commands day and night.

When I refused to confess my sin, my whole body wasted away, while I groaned in pain all day long.