Psa. 102.
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A prayer of the Afflicted, when he is overwhelmed,
and poureth out his complaint before
the Lord. The Title shewes, it may properly be sung
by the pore in spirit, who are afflicted, by the sight of
their owne vnworthines &c.
It containes, a confession, with a
prediction of the benifits of the Gospell; & shewes the eternity
of Christ's Kingdome.
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Lord, mark my suite, receive my crie,
Be present at my need:
Thine eares to my complaints apply,
And, hear my suite with speed.
For, smoke-like, fumes my tyme away,
My bones are parcht with heat;
My wounded hart, dries vp like hay,
And, I forgoe my meat.
2
My panifull groanes, have made me leane,
And nought but skinn & bone;
I fare, ev'n like a Pelicane,
In deserts, left alone.
Yea, like the desert owle, am I;
And, watching, I have sate,
As when alone, on buildings high,
A Sparrow, wants her mate.
3
Mee, all day long, my foes revile,
At mee, they frett, & swear:
And, Ashes are my bread the while;
My drinck, my Weepings are.
For, thou in wrath advanced'st me,
That, vile I might be made.
My dayes, like shades declininge be,
Like new-sprung grasse, I fade.
4
But, Lord, thy tymes, are without end,
All Ages thee record;
Now then, arise thou, & befreind
Afflicted Sion, Lord.
For, now the tyme to favour her,
Fullfilled is outright,
And, greeved all thy servants are,
To vewe her wofull plight.
5
That, Earthlie Kings, may stand in feare,
And, Princes dread thy Fame,
Build Syon's wall, & shew thou, there,
The glorie of thy Name.
Then, thou shalt hear all those that mourne,
Then, thou shalt healp the pore;
Which I'le record, that men vn-borne
May praise thee, Lord, therefore.
6
For, from thy holy-place, on high,
The world survayeng, then,
Thou, Lord, shalt hear the pris'ners cry,
And save condemned men:
Thy Name in Syon to declare;
And in Ierusalem;
(Where Nations all, Assembled are)
To shewe thy praise to them.
7
Short-liv'd, & weak, & ful of greefe,
Thou mad'st me, in my way;
But, Lord, at noonetyde of my life
Remove me not I pray.
Thy yeares, through ages all extend,
Thy hands, long since, did frame,
Both heav'n and earth; yet, when they end,
Thou shalt remaine the same.
8
They old shall growe, as garments do,
And, be renew'd by thee:
Yea, thou, oh Lord, shalt change them so,
And, they shall changed.
But, from all Changes thou art free'd,
Thy yeares, for aye endure:
And, all thy servants, & their seed,
Shall bide in thee, secure.
