1 O Lord, unto my pray'r give ear,my cry let come to thee;
2 And in the day of my distresshide not thy face from me.Give ear to me; what time I call,to answer me make haste:
3 For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt,my days, like smoke, do waste.
4 My heart within me smitten is,and it is witheredLike very grass; so that I doforget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of my groaning voicemy bones cleave to my skin.
6 Like pelican in wildernessforsaken I have been:I like an owl in desert am,that nightly there doth moan;
7 I watch, and like a sparrow amon the house-top alone.