Domine exaudi. Psal. 102.
HEare my prayer, O Lord: and let my crying come vnto thee.
Hide not thy face from mee in the time of my trouble: encline thine eares vnto mee when I call, O heare mee, and that right soone.
For my dayes are consumed a∣way like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as it were a firebrand.
My heart is smitten downe, and withered like grasse: so that I forget to eate my bread.
For the voice of my groning: my bones will scarse cleaue to my flesh.
I am become like a pelicane in the wildernes: and like an Owle that is in the desart.
I haue watched, and am euen as it were a sparrow: that sitteth alone vpon the house top.
Mine enemies reuile me all the day long: and they that are mad vpon me, are sworne together against me.
For I haue eaten ashes as it were bread: and mingled my drinke with weeping.
And that because of thine indignation and wrath: for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me downe.
My dayes are gone like a shadowe: and I am withered like grasse.