Turn unto me thy face, and to me mercy show; Because that I am desolate, and am brought very low.
O turn to me thy countenance, and mercy on me have; Thy servant strengthen, and the son of thine own handmaid save.
My sp'rit is therefore overwhelm'd in me perplexedly; Within me is my very heart amazed wondrously.
O Lord, thou hast rejected us, and scatter'd us abroad; Thou justly hast displeased been; return to us, O God.
I thereupon have unto thee my sin acknowledged, And likewise mine iniquity I have not covered: I will confess unto the Lord my trespasses, said I; And of my sin thou freely didst forgive th' iniquity.
O Lord, do thou bow down thine ear, and hear me graciously; Because I sore afflicted am, and am in poverty.
For I am poor and indigent, afflicted sore am I, My heart within me also is wounded exceedingly.
Look on me, Lord, and merciful do thou unto me prove, As thou art wont to do to those thy name who truly love.