The prayer of the poor man, when he was anxious, and poured out his supplication before the Lord. 2Hear, O Lord, my prayer: and let my cry come to thee. 3Turn not away thy face from me: in the day when I am in trouble, incline thy ear to me. In what day soever I shall call upon thee, hear me speedily. 4For my days are vanished like smoke, and my bones are grown dry like fuel for the fire. 5I am smitten as grass, and my heart is withered: because I forgot to eat my bread. 6Through the voice of my groaning, my bone hath cleaved to my flesh. 7I am become like to a pelican of the wilderness: I am like a night raven in the house. 8I have watched, and am become as a sparrow all alone on the housetop.