Psalm CII: A Prayer of the afflicted when he is overwhelmed, And poureth out his complaint before the Lord

Lord hearken to my fervent prayer,
[And] let my cry come [un-] to thee.

And now when I in trouble am,
Hide not thy [gracious] face from me.
Bow thine ear to me when I call;
[Hear me] and answer speedily:

My days consumed are like smoak,
My [very] bones are burnt and dry.

My heart within me smitten is,
[And] like [to] grass it's withered;
So swallow'd up with grief, that I
[Do even] forget to eat my bread.

By reason of my groaning voice,
My bones cleave to my [withered] skin:

I like mournful Pelican
Of [the sad] wilderness have bin.
I like an Owl in desart am,
Who nightly there doth [streech and] moan.

I watch, and like a sparrow am
[That sits] on the house-top alone.

My persecuting enemies
All day [do me] reproach and scorn;
And they that mad against me are,
Are all against me [set and] sworn.

Ashes I eaten have like bread,
[And] mingled [have] my drink with tears;

Because thine indignation hot
And wrath doth cause my [pains and] fears.
In mercy thou didst lift me up
But thou hast cast me [very] low;

My days like shadows do decline,
[And] like [the] wither'd grass I grow.

But thou art the eternal God,
And [ever] dost endure the same;
Beyond all generations is
The memory of thy [glorious] name.

Thou wilt arise; On Sion thou
Wilt [timely] shew thy mercy great;
The time to favour her is come,
The time [foretold] which thou hast set.

For in her very ruin'd stones
Thy [faithful] servants pleasure take;
They love the very dust thereof,
And [therefore] for her prayers make.

So shall the very heathens fear
The [mighty] Lord's most holy name;
And all the Kings on earth shall dread
Thy [glorious] Majesty and fame.

When God his Sion shall build up,
In glory he'll [to us] appear:

Distress'd mens prayers he'll regard,
And not despise; but [gently] hear.

This for the ages yet to come
Shall [written] be left on record;
They that hereafter shall be made,
Shall [gladly] serve and praise the Lord.

The Lord lookt down on all below,
Even from his [high and] holy place;
The earth unto the Lord of Heaven
Is [ever] seen before his face.

To hear the prisoners doleful groans,
And save men [falsly] judg'd-to die:

God's name in Sion to declare,
Him there to [praise and] magnifie.

When many people far and nigh,
Meet there [to pray] with one accord;
And when the Kingdoms shall consent
To [fear and] serve the highest Lord.

My strength he weakened in the way,
As shortning my [Life's short] day;

I said, By an untimely death,
Lord take me not [in wrath] away.
Through Ages all thou art the same,

The [solid] Earth's Foundations laid
Thou hast of old: Heavens are the Work
Which thy own [Power and] Hands have made

They perish shall, but thou shalt stand,
As garments they [shall all] wax old;
Thou shalt them change, as Men their Cloaths,
And as a Vesture [them up] fold.

But thou art endlesly the same;

Thy Servants [Off-spring] shall survive,
Their Seed established by thee,
Shall in thy [blessed] presence live.