Psalms.
101.
The prayer of the poor man, when he was anxious, and poured out his supplication before the Lord. 
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 thy ear to me. In what 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, and mingled my drink with weeping. 
Because of thy 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 people 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 unto generation and generation. 
In the beginning, O Lord, thou foundedst 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 art always the selfsame, and thy years shall not fail. 
The children of thy servants shall continue: and their seed shall be directed for ever.