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PENITENTIAL PSALMS.
Through the voice of my groaning: my bone hath elevated 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, and mingled my drink with weeping.
Because of Thy 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 forever, and Thy remembrance 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.
