11 My days as a shadow [are] stretched out, And I -- as the  herb I am withered.
         
                                
                        12 And Thou, O Jehovah, to the age abidest, And Thy memorial  to all generations.
         
                                
                        13 Thou -- Thou risest -- Thou pitiest Zion, For the time to  favour her, For the appointed time hath come.
         
                                
                        14 For Thy servants have been pleased with her stones, And  her dust they favour.
         
                                
                        15 And nations fear the name of Jehovah, And all kings of  the earth Thine honour,
         
                                
                        16 For Jehovah hath builded Zion, He hath been seen in His  honour,
         
                                
                        17 He turned unto the prayer of the destitute, And He hath  not despised their prayer.