* 1.1PSAL. CI. ¶ A prayer of the afflyct, when he was in woo, and powred out his complaynte before the Lorde.
[ A] HEare my prayer, o Lord, and let my cry∣enge come vnto the.
Hyde not thy face fro me in the time of my trouble: enclyne thyne eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that ryghte soone.
For my daies are cōsumed away like smoke: and my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande.
My herte is smytten downe, and wythe∣red lyke grasse: so that I forget to eate my breed.
For the voyce of my groning: my bone will fearer cleue to my flesshe.
I am become lyke a Pellycane in the wyldernesse: and lyke an hose in a broken wall.
I wake, and am euen as it were a sparowe sitting alone vpon the house top.
[ B] Myne ennemyes reuyle me al the day long: they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne togy∣ther agaynst me.
I eate asshes with my breed, and mingle my drynke with wepinge.
And that bicause of thyne indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
My dayes are gone like a shadowe: and I am withered lyke grasse.
But thou, O Lorde, endurest for euer: and thy remembraunce thorowe oute all genera∣cyons.
Aryse therfore and haue mercy vpon Sion: for it is tyme to haue mercy vpon her, yea the tyme is come.
And why? thy seruauntes haue a loue to [ C] her stones: and it pityeth them to se her in the duste.
The Heythen shall feare thy name, O Lorde, and all the kynges of the earthe thy maiestye.
For the Lorde shall buylde vp Sion, & shal appere in his glory.
He tourneth hym vnto the prayer of the poore destitute: and despyseth not theyr de∣syre.
This shal be written for those that come af∣ter: that the people which shal be borne, may prayse the Lorde.
For he loketh downe frome his sanctuarye: out of the heuen dothe the Lorde beholde the earthe.
That he may heare the mourninges of suche as be in captiuitie: and delyuer the chyldren of deathe.
That they maye preache the name of the Lorde in Syon: and his worshyp at Ieru∣salem.
When the people are gathered togy∣ther: [ D] and the kyngdomes also to serue the Lorde.
He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney: and shortened my dayes.
Yet wyll I saye. O my God, take me not awaye in the myddest of myne age: as for thy yeres, they endure thorowe oute all genera∣cions.
Thou Lorde in the begynning hast layd the foundacion of the erth,* 1.2 and the heuens are the workes of thy handes.
* 1.3They shal perisshe, but thou shalt enduer: they all shall waxe olde as doth a garment. & as a vesture shalte thou chaunge them, & they shall be chaunged.
But thou are the same, and thy yeres shall not fayle.
The chyldren of thy seruauntes shall con∣tynue: and theyr sede shall prospere in thy syght.