A Prayer of the Afflicted and Overwhelmed

Psalms 102:1-11

A 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.

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.

A Prayer of the Afflicted and Overwhelmed

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