But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.

But I am poor and sorrowful: let thy salvation, O God, set me up on high.

For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.

LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.

How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

For yet a little while, and he that shall come will come, and will not tarry.

He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.