PSAL. LXXXVIII.
O Lord, who of salvation art God alone to me;
My cry and supplication are day and night to thee.
[verse 2] O let my praiers soon ascend unto thy sight on hye;
Incline thine eare (O Lord) intend and hearken to my cry.
[verse 3] Because my soul with grieses is fill'd, which her so trouble I have;
That now my life doth faint and yeeld and drawes nigh to the grave.
[verse 4] I counted am as one of them that to the pit descend;
As a weak man they me esteem, that hath nor strength nor friend.
[verse 5] As one among the dead, and free from things that here remaine;
In this estate I seem to be, like those which have been slaine.
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