The Prayer of the Destitute

Prayer to the eternal king for help. A prayer of one afflicted when he is faint and pours out his complaint before the lord. O lord, let my cry come to you. Do not hide your face from me. In the day of my distress, incline your ear to me. Answer me speedily. My days are like an evening shadow. I wither away like grass. But you, o lord, are enthroned forever. Your name endures to all generations. You will arise and have pity on zion. It is the time to favour her. The appointed time has come for your servants. For i eat ashes like bread and mingle tears