Psalm 102

Domine, exaudi

¹ Hear my prayer, O Lord,*

and let my cry come unto you.

² Hide not your face from me in the time of my trouble;*

incline your ear to me when I call; O hear me, and very soon.

³ For my days are consumed like smoke,*

and my bones are burnt up as in a furnace.

⁴ My heart is smitten and withered like grass,*

so that I forget to eat my bread.

⁵ Because of the voice of my groaning,*

my bones will scarcely cleave to my flesh.

⁶ I have become like an owl in the wilderness*

and like a screech-owl among the ruins.

⁷ I am solitary, and lie sleepless because of my groaning;*

I am like a sparrow that sits alone upon the housetop.

⁸ My enemies revile me all day long,*

and those who are enraged against me conspire to do me hurt.

⁹ For I have eaten ashes as if they were bread*

and mingled my drink with weeping,

¹⁰ Because of your indignation and wrath,*

for you have taken me up and cast me down.

¹¹ My days are gone like a shadow,*

and I am withered like grass.

¹² But you, O Lord, shall endure for ever,*

and your remembrance throughout all generations.

¹³ You shall arise and have mercy upon Zion,*

for it is time for you to have mercy upon her; indeed, the time has come.

¹⁴ For your servants love her very stones,*

and are moved to pity to see her in the dust.

¹⁵ The nations shall fear your Name, O Lord,*

and all the kings of the earth your majesty,

¹⁶ When the Lord shall build up Zion,*

and when his glory shall appear,

¹⁷ When he turns to the prayer of the destitute*

and despises not their plea.

¹⁸ This shall be written for those that come after,*

and a people that shall yet be born shall praise the Lord.

¹⁹ For he has looked down from his sanctuary;*

from the heavens the Lord has beheld the earth,

²⁰ That he might hear the groanings of those who are in captivity,*

and deliver those who are condemned to die,

²¹ That they may declare the Name of the Lord in Zion,*

and his praises in Jerusalem;

²² When the peoples are gathered together,*

and the kingdoms also, to serve the Lord.

²³ He brought down my strength before my time,*

and shortened my days.

²⁴ But I said, "O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days;*

for your years endure throughout all generations."

²⁵ You, Lord, in the beginning laid the foundation of the earth,*

and the heavens are the work of your hands.

²⁶ They shall perish, but you shall endure;*

they all shall wear out, as does a garment;

²⁷ And as a garment you shall change them, and they shall be changed;*

but you are the same, and your years shall not fail.

²⁸ The children of your servants shall continue,*

and their seed shall stand fast in your sight.

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