[1]The title of the `hundrid and o salm. The preier of a pore man, whanne he was angwishid, and schedde out his speche bifore the Lord.[2]Lord, here thou my preier; and my crie come to thee.[3]Turne not awei thi face fro me; in what euere dai Y am troblid, bowe doun thin eere to me. In what euere day Y schal inwardli clepe thee; here thou me swiftli.[4]For my daies han failid as smoke; and my boonus han dried vp as critouns.[5]I am smytun as hei, and myn herte dried vp; for Y haue foryete to eete my breed.[6]Of the vois of my weilyng; my boon cleuede to my fleische.[7]I am maad lijk a pellican of wildirnesse; Y am maad as a niyt crowe in an hous.[8]I wakide; and Y am maad as a solitarie sparowe in the roof.