A prayer of the afflicted, when hee shall be in distresse, and poure foorth his meditation before the Lorde. O Lorde, heare my prayer, and let my crye come vnto thee.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then the heathen shall feare the Name of the Lord, and all the Kings of the earth thy glory,

When the Lorde shall build vp Zion, and shall appeare in his glory,

And shall turne vnto the prayer of the desolate, and not despise their prayer.

This shall be written for the generation to come: and the people, which shalbe created, shall prayse the Lord.

For he hath looked downe from the height of his Sanctuarie: out of the heauen did the Lord beholde the earth,

That he might heare the mourning of the prisoner, and deliuer the children of death:

That they may declare the Name of the Lord in Zion, and his prayse in Ierusalem,

When the people shalbe gathered together, and the kingdomes to serue the Lorde.

He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.

And I sayd, O my God, take me not away in the middes of my dayes: thy yeeres endure from generation to generation.

Thou hast aforetime layde the foundation of the earth, and the heauens are the worke of thine hands.

They shall perish, but thou shalt endure: euen they all shall waxe olde as doeth a garment: as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed.

But thou art the same, and thy yeeres shall not fayle.

The children of thy seruants shall continue, and their seede shall stand fast in thy sight.