Hear, O Lord, My Prayer
Hear, O Lord, my prayer:
And let my cry come to Thee.
Turn not away Thy face from me:
In the day when I am in trouble,
Incline Thine ear to me.
In that day soever I shall call upon Thee,
Hear me speedily.
For my days are vanished like smoke:
And my bones are grown dry like fuel for the fire.
I am smitten as grass,
And my heart is withered:
Because I forgot to eat my bread.
Through the voice of my groaning,
My bone hath cleaved to my flesh.
I am become like to a pelican of the wilderness:
I am like a night raven in the house.
I have watched,
And am become as a sparrow all alone on the housetop.
All the day long my enemies reproached me:
And they that praised me did swear against me.
For I did eat ashes like bread,
An mingled my drink with weeping.
Because of Thine anger and indignation:
For having lifted me up Thou hast thrown me down.
My days have declined like a shadow,
And I am withered like grass.
But Thou, O Lord, endurest for ever:
And Thy memorial to all generations.
Thou shalt arise and have mercy on Sion:
For it is time to have mercy on it,
For the time is come.
For the stones thereof have pleased thy servants:
And they shall have pity on the earth thereof.
And the Gentiles shall fear Thy Name, O Lord,
And all the kings of the earth Thy glory.
For the Lord hath built up Sion:
And He shall be seen in His glory.
He hath had regard to the prayer of the humble:
And He hath not despised their petition.
Let these things be written unto another generation:
And the poeple that shall be created shall praise the Lord:
Because He hath looked forth from His high sanctuary:
From heaven the Lord hath looked upon the earth.
That He might hear the groans of them that are in fetters:
That He might release the children of the slain:
That they may declare the Name of the Lord in Sion:
And His praise in Jerusalem.
When the people assemble together,
And kings, to serve the Lord.
He answered him in the way of His strength:
Declare unto me the fewness of my days.
Call me not away in the midst of my days:
Thy years are into generation and generation.
In the beginning, O Lord,
Thou foundest the earth;
And the heavens are the works of Thy hands.
They shall perish but Thou remainest:
And all of them shall grow old like a garment:
And as a vesture Thou shalt change them,
And they shall be changed.
But Thou are always the selfsame, and Thy years shall not fail.
The children of Thy servants shall continue;
And their seed shall be directed for ever.
Glory be the the Father...
Amen.