The CI. psalme.
HEare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my [ A] criēge come vnto the.* 1.1 Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone. For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande.
My hert is smyttē downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh. I am become like a Pellicane in the wildernes, and like an Oule in a broken wall. I wake, and am e∣uen [ B] as it were a sparow sittinge alone vpon the house toppe. Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me. I ea¦te ashes with my bred, and mengle my dryn∣ke with wepynge And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye. My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse. But thou (o LORDE) endurest for euer, and thy remembraunce thorow out all generacions. Arise therfore and haue mer¦cy vpon Sion, for it is tyme to haue mercy vpon her, yee the tyme is come. And why?* 1.2 thy seruauntes haue a loue to hir stones, & it pitieth them to se her in the dust. The Hei¦then shal feare thy name (o LORDE) and all [ C] the kynges of the earth thy maiesty. For the LORDE shal buylde vp Sion, and shal apeare in his glory. He turneth him vnto the prayer of the poore destitute, and despy∣seth not their desyre. This shalbe written for those yt come after,* 1.3 that the people which shalbe borne, maye prayse the LORDE.
For He loketh downe from his Sanctua¦ry,* 1.4 out of the heauen doth the LORDE be∣holde the earth.