Psalms 102

A Prayer for the Poor; when he is deeply afflicted, and pours out his supplication before the Lord.

1 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come to You. 2Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my trouble; incline Your ear to me; in the day when I shall call upon You, speedily hear me. 3For my days have vanished like smoke, and my bones have been parched like a stick. 4I am blighted like grass, and my heart is dried up; for I have forgotten to eat my bread. 5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones has cleaved to my flesh. 6I have become like a pelican of the wilderness; 7I have become like an owl in a ruined house. I have watched, and have become as a sparrow dwelling alone on a roof. 8All the day long my enemies have reproached me; and they that praised me have sworn against me. 9For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping; 10because of Your anger and Your wrath; for You have lifted me up, and dashed me down. 11My days have declined like a shadow; and I am withered like grass. 12But You, O Lord, endure forever, and Your memorial from generation to generation. 13You shall arise, and have mercy upon Zion; for it is time to have mercy upon her, for the appointed time has come. 14For Your servants have taken pleasure in her stones, and they shall pity her dust. 15So the nations shall fear Your name, O Lord, and all kings Your glory. 16For the Lord shall build up Zion, and shall appear in His glory. 17He has had regard to the prayer of the lowly, and has not despised their petition. 18Let this be written for another generation; and the people that shall be created shall praise the Lord. 19For He has looked out from the height of His sanctuary; the Lord looked upon the earth from heaven; 20to hear the groaning of the fettered ones, to loosen the sons of the slain; 21to proclaim the name of the Lord in Zion, and His praise in Jerusalem; 22when the people have gathered together, and the kings, to serve the Lord. 23He answered him in the way of His strength; tell me the fewness of my days. 24Do not take me away in the midst of my days; Your years are through all generations. 25In the beginning You, O Lord, laid the foundation of the earth; and the heavens are the works of Your hands. 26They shall perish, but You remain; and they all shall grow old like a garment; and as a vesture shall You fold them, and they shall be changed. 27But You are the same, and Your years shall not fail. 28The children of Your servants shall dwell securely, and their seed shall prosper forever.
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