O Lord, do thou bow down thine ear, and hear me graciously; Because I sore afflicted am, and am in poverty.
Bow down thine ear to me, with speed send me deliverance: To save me, my strong rock be thou, and my house of defence.
I'm poor and needy, yet the Lord of me a care doth take: Thou art my help and saviour, my God, no tarrying make.
This poor man cry'd, God heard, and sav'd him from all his distresses.
I with my voice cry'd to the Lord, with it made my request:
I know God will th' afflicted's cause maintain, and poor men's right.
Reproach and shame remove from me, for I thy laws observe.
The prayer of the destitute he surely will regard; Their prayer will he not despise, by him it shall be heard.
I called have on thee, O God, because thou wilt me hear: That thou may'st hearken to my speech, to me incline thine ear.
O Lord, unto my pray'r give ear, my cry let come to thee;
Thou hast it seen; for their mischief and spite thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to thee; thou art the orphan's stay.
Turn unto me thy face, and to me mercy show; Because that I am desolate, and am brought very low.