Psalm 101 (The Fifth Penitential Psalm)

Hear, O Lord, my prayer:
and let my cry come to Thee.
Turn not away Thy face from me:
in the day when I am in trouble,
incline Thine ear to me.
In that day soever I shall call upon Thee,
hear me speedily.
For my days are vanished like smoke:
and my bones are grown dry like fuel for the fire.
I am smitten as grass,
and my heart is withered:
because I forgot to eat my bread.
Through the voice of my groaning,
my bone hath cleaved to my flesh.
I am become like to a pelican of the wilderness:
I am like a night raven in the house.
I have watched,
and am become as a sparrow all alone on the housetop.
All the day long my enemies reproached me:
and they that praised me did swear against me.
For I did eat ashes like bread,
an mingled my drink with weeping.
Because of Thine anger and indignation:
for having lifted me up Thou hast thrown me down.
My days have declined like a shadow,
and I am withered like grass.
But Thou, O Lord, endurest for ever:
and Thy memorial to all generations.
Thou shalt arise and have mercy on Sion:
for it is time to have mercy on it,
for the time is come.

For the stones thereof have pleased thy servants:
and they shall have pity on the earth thereof.
And the Gentiles shall fear Thy Name, O Lord,
and all the kings of the earth Thy glory.
For the Lord hath built up Sion:
and He shall be seen in His glory.
He hath had regard to the prayer of the humble:
and He hath not despised their petition.
Let these things be written unto another generation:
and the poeple that shall be created shall praise the Lord:
Because He hath looked forth from His high sanctuary:
from heaven the Lord hath looked upon the earth.
That He might hear the groans of them that are in fetters:
that He might release the children of the slain:
That they may declare the Name of the Lord in Sion:
and His praise in Jerusalem.
When the people assemble together,
and kings, to serve the Lord.
He answered him in the way of His strength:
Declare unto me the fewness of my days.
Call me not away in the midst of my days:
Thy years are into generation and generation.
In the beginning, O Lord,
Thou foundest the earth;
and the heavens are the works of Thy hands.
They shall perish but Thou remainest:
and all of them shall grow old like a garment:
And as a vesture Thou shalt change them,
and they shall be changed.
But Thou are always the selfsame, and Thy years shall not fail.
The children of Thy servants shall continue;
and their seed shall be directed for ever.

Glory be the the Father...