Attend my cry, Lord, at my tears and pray'rs not silent be: I sojourn as my fathers all, and stranger am with thee.
I am a stranger on this earth, hide not thy laws from me.
My wand'rings all what they have been thou know'st, their number took; Into thy bottle put my tears: are they not in thy book?
Of death the cords and sorrows did about me compass round; The pains of hell took hold on me, I grief and trouble found.
O Lord, unto my pray'r give ear, my cry let come to thee;
I in my house of pilgrimage thy laws my songs do make.
For in thine anger all our days do pass on to an end; And as a tale that hath been told, so we our years do spend.