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A Prayer for the Poor; when he is deeply afflicted, and pours out his supplication before the Lord.
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Hear my prayer, O Lord, And let my cry come to thee.
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Turn not away thy face from me: In the day when I am afflicted, incline thine ear to me: In the day when I shall call upon thee, speedily hear me.
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For my days have vanished like smoke, And my bones have been parched like a stick.
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I am blighted like grass, and my heart is dried up; For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
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By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bone has cloven to my flesh.
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I have become like a pelican of the wilderness;
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I have become like an owl in a ruined house. I have watched, and am become As a sparrow dwelling alone on a roof.
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All the day long mine enemies have reproached me; And they that praised me have sworn against me.
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For I have eaten ashes as it were bread, And mingled my drink with weeping;
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Because of thine anger and thy wrath: For thou hast lifted me up, and dashed me down.
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My days have declined like a shadow; And I am withered like grass.
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But thou, Lord, endurest forever, And thy memorial to generation and generation.
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Thou shalt arise, and have mercy upon Zion: For it is time to have mercy upon her, for the set time is come.
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For thy servants have taken pleasure in her stones, And they shall pity her dust.
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So the nations shall fear thy name, O Lord, And all kings thy glory.
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For the Lord shall build up Zion, And shall appear in his glory.
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He has had regard to the prayer of the lowly, And has not despised their petition.
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Let this be written for another generation; And the people that shall be created shall praise the Lord.
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For he has looked out from the height of his sanctuary; The Lord looked upon the earth from heaven;
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To hear the groaning of the fettered ones, To loosen the sons of the slain;
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To proclaim the name of the Lord in Zion, And his praise in Jerusalem;
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When the people are gathered together, And the kings, to serve the Lord.
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He answered him in the way of his strength: Tell me the fewness of my days.
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Take me not away in the midst of my days: Thy years are through all generations.
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In the beginning thou, O Lord, didst lay the foundation of the earth; And the heavens are the works of thy hands.
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They shall perish, but thou remainest: And they all shall wax old as a garment; And as a vesture shalt thou fold them, and they shall be changed.
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But thou art the same, and thy years shall not fail.
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The children of thy servants shall dwell securely, And their seed shall prosper forever.