Psalm 102

               O Lord, my praying hear;

               Lord, let my cry come to thine ear.

Hide not thy face away,

       But haste, and answer me,

In this my most, most miserable day,

       Wherein I pray and cry to thee.

 

               My days as smoke are past;

               My bones as flaming fuel waste,

Mown down in me, alas.

       With scythe of sharpest pain.

My heart is withered like the wounded grass;

       My stomach doth all food disdain.

 

               So lean my woes me leave,

               That to my flesh my bones do cleave;

And so I bray and howl,

       As use to howl and bray

The lonely pelican and desert owl,

       Like whom I languish long the day.

 

               I languish so the day,

               The night in watch I waste away;

Right as the sparrow sits,

       Bereft of spouse, or son,

Which irked alone with dolor’s deadly fits

       To company will not be won.

 

               As day to day succeeds,

               So shame on shame to me proceeds

From them that do me hate,

       Who of my wrack so boast,

That wishing ill, they wish but my estate,

       Yet think they wish of ills the most.

 

               Therefore my bread is clay;

               Therefore my tears my wine allay.

For how else should it be,

       Sith thou still angry art,

And seem’st for naught to have advanced me,

       But me advanced to subvert?

 

               The sun of my life-days

               Inclines to west with falling rays,

And I as hay am dried,

       While yet in steadfast seat

Eternal thou eternally dost bide,

       Thy memory no years can fret.

 

               Oh, then at length arise;

               On Zion cast thy mercy’s eyes.

Now is the time that thou

       To mercy shouldst incline

Concerning her: O Lord, the time is now

       Thyself for mercy didst assign.

 

               Thy servants wait the day

               When she, who like a carcass lay

Stretched forth in ruin’s bier,

       Shall so arise and live,

The nations all Jehova’s name shall fear,

       All kings to thee shall glory give.

 

               Because thou hast anew

               Made Zion stand, restored to view

Thy glorious presence there,

       Because thou hast, I say,

Beheld our woes and not refused to hear

       What wretched we did plaining pray,

 

               This of record shall bide

               To this and every age beside.

And they commend thee shall

       Whom thou anew shall make,

That from the prospect of thy heav’nly hall

       Thy eye of earth survey did take,

 

               Heark’ning to prisoners’ groans,

               And setting free condemned ones,

That they, when nations come,

       And realms to serve the Lord,

In Zion and in Salem might become

       Fit means his honor to record.

 

               But what is this if I

               In the mid way should fall and die?

My God, to thee I pray,

       Who canst my prayer give.

Turn not to night the noontide of my day,

       Since endless thou dost ageless live.

 

               The earth, the heaven stands

               Once founded, formed by thy hands:

They perish, thou shalt bide;

       They old, as clothes shall wear,

Till changing still, full change shall them betide,

       Unclothed of all the clothes they bear.

 

               But thou art one, still one:

               Time interest in thee hath none.

Then hope, who godly be,

       Or come of godly race:

Endless your bliss, as never ending he,

       His presence your unchanged place.