b'Psalms 1021A prayer of the afflicted, when he shall be in distress, and pour forth his meditation before the Lord. O Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry come unto thee.Hide not thy face from me in the time of my trouble: incline thine ears unto me: when I call, make haste to hear me.For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an hearth.Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grass, because I forgot to eat my bread.For the voice of my groaning my bones do cleave to my skin.I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the deserts.I watch and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top.Mine enemies revile me daily, and they that rage against me, have sworn against me.262'