Psalm 102

¹A prayer of the afflicted, when he shall be in distresse, and pour forth his meditation before the Lord. O Lord, heare my prayer, and let my crye come vnto thee.

²Hide not thy face from me in the time of my trouble: incline thine eares vnto me: when I call, make haste to heare me.

³For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.

⁴Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.

⁵For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.

⁶I am like a pelicane of the wildernesse: I am like an owle of the deserts.

⁷I watch and am as a sparrowe alone vpon the house top.

⁸Mine enemies reuile me dayly, and they that rage against me, haue sworne against me.

⁹Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,

¹⁰Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast heaued me vp, and cast me downe.

¹¹My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.

¹²But thou, O Lord, doest remaine for euer, and thy remembrance from generation to generation.

¹³Thou wilt arise and haue mercy vpon Zion: for the time to haue mercie thereon, for the appointed time is come.

¹⁴For thy seruants delite in the stones thereof, and haue pitie on the dust thereof.