PSALM 102:2,11,12,13
Hide not thy face from me
In the day when I am in trouble
Incline thy ear unto me
In the day when I call
Answer me speedily
My days are like a shadow
that declineth
And I am withered
Like grass
But thou, O Lord
Shall endure forever
And thy remembrance
To all generations
Thou shalt arise and have mercy
Upon Zion
For the time to favor her
Yea, the set time
Is come