A Prayer of the Afflicted and Overwhelmed

Psalms 102:1-11

A Prayer of the afflicted when he is feeble, and before Jehovah poureth out his plaint. O Jehovah, hear my prayer, yea, my cry to Thee cometh.

Hide not Thou Thy face from me, In a day of mine adversity, Incline unto me Thine ear, In the day I call, haste, answer me.

For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.

Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.

I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.

All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.

Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.