Psalm 102 (Domine, exaudi)

O Lord, my praying heare:
Lord, lett my cry come to thine eare.
Hide not thy face away,
But haste, and aunswer me,
In this my most, most miserable day,
Wherein I pray and cry to thee.

My daies as smoke are past:
My bones as flaming fuell waste:
Mowne downe in me (alas)
With sithe of sharpest paine,
My hart is withered like the wounded grasse,
My stomach doth all foode disdaine.

Soe leane my woes me leave,
That to my flesh my bones do cleave:
And soe I bray and howle,
As use to howle and bray
The lonely pellican and desert owle,
Like whome I languish long the day.

I languish soe the day,
The night in watch I waste away;
Right as the sparow sitts,
Bereft of spowse or sonne:
Which irk'd alone with dolors deadly fitts
To company will not he wonne.

As day to day succeeds,
So shame on shame to me proceeds
From them that doe me hate:
Who of my wrack soe boast,
That wishing ill, they wish but my estate,
Yet think they wish of ills the most.

Therefore my bread is clay,
Therefore my teares my wine alay:
For how else should it be,
Sith thou still angry art,
And seem'st for nought to have advanced me,
But me advanced to subvert?

The sunn of my life daies
Inclines to west with falling raies,
And I as hay am dride:
While yet in stedfast seate
Eternall thou eternally dost bide,
Thy memory noe yeares can freat.

O then at length arise:
On Sion cast thy mercies eyes.
Now is the time that thou
To mercy shouldst incline
Concerning her: O Lord, the tyme is now,
Thy self for mercy didst assigne.

Thy servauntes waite the day
When she, who like a carcasse lay
Stretch'd forth on mines beere
Shall soe arise and live,
That nations all Jehovas name shall feare.
All kings to thee shall glory give.

Because thou hast a new
Made Sion stand, restor'd to view
Thy glorious presence there:
Because thou hast, I say,
Beheld our woes, and not refus'd to heare
What wretched we did playning pray.

This of record shall bide
To this and ev'ry age beside:
And they commend thee shall
Whome thou a new shalt make,
That from the prospect of thy heav'nly hall
Thy eye of earth survey did take.

Harkning to prisoners grones,
And setting free condempned ones:
That they, when nations come,
And realmes to serve the Lord,
In Sion, and in Salem, might become
Fitt meanes his honor to record.

But what is this? if I
In the mid way should fall and dye?
My God, to thee I pray,
Who canst my praier give;
Turne not to night the noonetide of my day,
Since endlesse thou dost agelesse live.

The earth, the heaven stands
Once founded, formed by thy hands:
They perish, thou shalt bide:
They olde, as clothes shall weare,
Till changing still, full change shall them betide,
Uncloth'd of all the clothes they beare.

But thou art one, still one:
Tyme, interest in thee hath none,
Then hope, who godly be,
Or come of godly race:
Endlesse your blisse; as never ending he,
His presence your unchanged place.