Hymnal & Psalter

1 Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry Have speedy access unto thee; 2 In day of my calamity O hide not thou thy face from me. Hear when I call to thee; that day An answer speedily return: 3 My days, like smoke, consume away, And, as an hearth, my bones do burn. 4 My heart is wounded very sore, And witherèd, like grass doth fade: I am forgetful grown therefore To take and eat my daily bread. 5 By reason of my smart within, And voice of my most grievous groans, My flesh consumèd is, my skin, All parched, doth cleave unto my bones. 6 The pelican of wilderness, The owl in desert, I do match; 7 And, sparrow-like, companionless, Upon the house's top, I watch. 8 I all day long am made a scorn, Reproached by my malicious foes: The madmen are against me sworn, The men against me that arose. 9 For I have ashes eaten up, To me as if they had been bread; And with my drink I in my cup Of bitter tears a mixture made. 10 Because thy wrath was not appeased, And dreadful indignätion: Therefore it was that thou me raised, And thou again didst cast me down. 11 My days are like a shade alway, Which doth declining swiftly pass; And I am witherèd away, Much like unto the fading grass. 12 But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure, From change and all mutation free, And to all generations sure Shall thy remembrance ever be. 13 Thou shalt arise, and mercy yet Thou to mount Zion shalt extend: Her time for favor which was set, Behold, is now come to an end. 14 Thy saints take pleasure in her stones, Her very dust to them is dear. 15 All heathen lands and kingly thrones On earth thy glorious name shall fear. 16 God in his glory shall appear, When Zion he builds and repairs. 17 He shall regard and lend his ear Unto the needy's humble prayers: Th' afflicted's prayer he will not scorn. 18 All times this shall be on record: And generations yet unborn Shall praise and magnify the Lord. 19 He from his holy place looked down, The earth he viewed from heav'n on high, 20 To hear the pris'ner's mourning groan, And free them that are doomed to die; 21 That Zion, and Jerus'lem too, His name and praise may well record, 22 When people and the kingdoms do Assemble all to praise the Lord. 23 My strength he weakened in the way, My days of life he shortenèd. 24 My God, O take me not away In mid-time of my days, I said: Thy years throughout all ages last. 25 Of old thou hast establishèd The earth's foundation firm and fast: Thy mighty hands the heav'ns have made. 26 They perish shall, as garments do, But thou shalt evermore endure; As vestures, thou shalt change them so; And they shall all be changèd sure: 27 But from all changes thou art free; Thy endless years do last for aye. 28 Thy servants, and their seed who be, Established shall before thee stay.