Psalm 102
JPS Tanakh 1917
1A Prayer of the afflicted, when he fainteth, and poureth out his complaint before the LORD.

2O LORD, hear my prayer,
And let my cry come unto Thee.
3Hide not Thy face from me in the day of my distress;
Incline Thine ear unto me;
In the day when I call answer me speedily.

4For my days are consumed like smoke,
And my bones are burned as a hearth.
5My heart is smitten like grass, and withered;
For I forget to eat my bread.
6By reason of the voice of my sighing
My bones cleave to my flesh.
7I am like a pelican of the wilderness;
I am become as an owl of the waste places.
8I watch, and am become
Like a sparrow that is alone upon the housetop.
9Mine enemies taunt me all the day;
They that are mad against me do curse by me.
10For I have eaten ashes like bread,
And mingled my drink with weeping,
11Because of Thine indignation and Thy wrath;
For Thou hast taken me up, and cast me away.
12My days are like a lengthening shadow;
And I am withered like grass.
13But Thou, O LORD, sittest enthroned for ever;
And Thy name is unto all generations.
14Thou wilt arise, and have compassion upon Zion;
For it is time to be gracious unto her, for the appointed time is come.
15For Thy servants take pleasure in her stones,
And love her dust.
16So the nations will fear the name of the LORD,
And all the kings of the earth Thy glory;
17When the LORD hath built up Zion,
When He hath appeared in His glory;
18When He hath regarded the prayer of the destitute,
And hath not despised their prayer.

19This shall be written for the generation to come;
And a people which shall be created shall praise the LORD.
20For He hath looked down from the height of His sanctuary;
From heaven did the LORD behold the earth;
21To hear the groaning of the prisoner;
To loose those that are appointed to death;
22That men may tell of the name of the LORD in Zion,
And His praise in Jerusalem;
23When the peoples are gathered together,
And the kingdoms, to serve the LORD.

24He weakened my strength in the way;
He shortened my days.
25I say: ‘O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days,
Thou whose years endure throughout all generations.
26Of old Thou didst lay the foundation of the earth;
And the heavens are the work of Thy hands.
27They shall perish, but Thou shalt endure;
Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment;
As a vesture shalt Thou change them, and they shall pass away;
28But Thou art the selfsame,
And Thy years shall have no end.
29The children of Thy servants shall dwell securely,
And their seed shall be established before Thee.’

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