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 [a]consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an hearth.

Mine heart is smitten, and withered like grass, because I forgat [b]to eat my bread.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 102:3 These excessive kinds of speech show how much the affliction of the Church ought to wound the hearts of the godly.
  2. Psalm 102:4 My sorrows were so great, that I passed not for mine ordinary food.

Do not hide your face(A) from me
    when I am in distress.
Turn your ear(B) to me;
    when I call, answer me quickly.

For my days vanish like smoke;(C)
    my bones(D) burn like glowing embers.
My heart is blighted and withered like grass;(E)
    I forget to eat my food.(F)

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