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Psalm 102

Psalm 102:1-28

102
Chapter 102
A prayer of the poor man when he is overwhelmed and pours out his complaint before the LORD. 1 A prayer of the poor, for he is wrapped up, and before the LORD he pours out his meditation. 2 Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Incline your ear to me in the day I call. Hurry; answer me. 3 For my days are finished in smoke, and my bones burn like a hearth. 4 He has struck my heart like grass, and it has withered, for I have forgotten to eat my bread. My days have ended in smoke, and my bones have burned like a hearth. 5 Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my flesh. 6 I am like a desert owl; I have become like an owl of desolate places. My voice clings to my bones in my flesh. 7 I resembled myself, and I was like a cup of desolations, like a lonely bird on a roof. 8 All day long my enemies reproach me; those who make a fool of me have sworn against me. 9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and I have mixed my drink with tears. 10 Because of your anger and wrath—for you have lifted me up and cast me down. 11 My days are like a shadow stretched out, and I am like withered grass. 12 But you, LORD, sit forever, and your remembrance is to generation and generation. 13 You will arise and have compassion on Zion, for the time to favor her, the appointed time, has come. 14 For your servants have desired its stones, and on its dust they will show favor. 15 And nations will fear the name of the LORD, and all the kings of the land your glory. 16 For the LORD builds Zion; he will appear in his glory. 17 He turned to the prayer of the destitute and did not despise their prayer. 18 Write this for a generation to come, and a people created will praise the LORD. 19 For He looked down from the height of His sanctuary; the LORD looked from the heavens upon the land. 20 to hear the groan of the prisoner, to open the sons of death. 21 to declare the name of the LORD in Zion and his praise in Jerusalem; 22 when peoples gather together and kingdoms to serve the LORD. 23 He afflicted me in the way of my strength; he shortened my days. 24 I said to the LORD, "Do not take me up in the middle of my days; your years endure through the generation of generations." 25 Of old you founded the land, and the work of your hands are the heavens. 26 They will perish, but you will stand, and all of them will wear out like a garment. Like clothing you will change them, and they will pass away. 27 And you—you stand, and your years do not end. 28 The sons of your servants will dwell, and their seed will be established before you.