Morning Coffee: A Prayer of the Afflicted

Hear my prayer, o Lord, and let my cry come to you.

Hide not your face from me in the day when I am in distress! Incline your ear to me;in the day when I call, answer me speedily.

For my days consume away like smoke and my bones burn like a firebrand or like a hearth.

My heart smitten like grass and withered, so that I forget to eat my food

By reason of my loud groaning my flesh cleave to my bones.

I am sleepless and lie awake, like a bereavedย  sparrow alone on the housetop.

My days are like an evening shadow that stretches out and declines with the sun and I am withered like grass.

But you, O Lord, are enthroned forever and the fame of your name endures to all generations

You will arise and have mercy and loving kindness for Zion, for it is time to have pity and compassion for her, yes, the set time has come. Psalm 102

Happy drinking!

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Happy Monday!

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