Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn Your ear to me— in the day I call, answer me quickly.
My skin has turned black on me; my bones burn with heat.
Though I became like a wineskin dried in smoke, I do not forget Your decrees.
Do not hide Your face from me. Do not turn Your servant away in anger. You have been my help. Do not abandon me or forsake me, O God my salvation.
Be gracious to me, Adonai, for I am in distress. My eyes waste away with grief, my soul and my body as well.
Turn Your ear to me, rescue me quickly. Be a rock of refuge for me, a stronghold for my deliverance.
For the wicked will perish, and the enemies of Adonai will be like the beauty of the fields— they will vanish—vanish like smoke.
For Your arrows have sunk deep into me and Your hand has pressed down on me.
From on high He sent fire into my bones and it overcame them. He spread out a net for my feet; He turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
He made my flesh and my skin waste away, broken my bones.
Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes.