Psalms - Chapter 101

Passage

The prayer of the poor man, when he was anxious, and poured out his supplication before the Lord. Hear, O Lord, my prayer: and let my cry come to you. Turn not away your face from me: in the day when I am in trouble, incline your ear to me. In what day soever I shall call upon you, hear me speedily. For my days are vanished like smoke, and my bones are grown dry like fuel for the fire. I am smitten as grass, and my heart is withered: because I forgot to eat my bread. Through the voice of my groaning, my bone has cleaved to my flesh. I am become like to a pelican of the wilderness: I am like a night raven in the house. I have watched, and am become as a sparrow all alone on the housetop. All the day long my enemies reproached me: and they that praised me did swear against me. For I did eat ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping. Because of your anger and indignation: for having lifted me up you have thrown me down. My days have declined like a shadow, and I am withered like grass. But you, O Lord, endurest for ever: and your memorial to all generations. You shall arise and have mercy on Sion: for it is time to have mercy on it, for the time is come. For the stones thereof have pleased your servants: and they shall have pity on the earth thereof. All the Gentiles shall fear your name, O Lord, and all the kings of the earth your glory. For the Lord has built up Sion: and he shall be seen in his glory. He has had regard to the prayer of the humble: and he has not despised their petition. Let these things be written to another generation: and the people that shall be created shall praise the Lord: Because he has looked forth from his high sanctuary: from heaven the Lord has looked upon the earth. That he might hear the groans of them that are in fetters: that he might release the children of the slain: That they may declare the name of the Lord in Sion: and his praise in Jerusalem; When the people assemble together, and kings, to serve the Lord. He answered him in the way of his strength: Declare to me the fewness of my days. Call me not away in the midst of my days: your years are to generation and generation. In the beginning, O Lord, you founded the earth: and the heavens are the works of your hands. They shall perish but you remain: and all of them shall grow old like a garment: And as a vesture you shall change them, and they shall be changed. But you are always the selfsame, and your years shall not fail. The children of your servants shall continue and their seed shall be directed for ever.