PS 102:1 A Prayer of the afflicted when he is feeble, and before Jehovah poureth out his plaint. O Jehovah, hear my prayer, yea, my cry to Thee cometh.
PS 102:2 Hide not Thou Thy face from me, In a day of mine adversity, Incline unto me Thine ear, In the day I call, haste, answer me.
PS 102:3 For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
PS 102:4 Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
PS 102:5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
PS 102:6 I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.
PS 102:7 I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.
PS 102:8 All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.
PS 102:9 Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
PS 102:10 From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.
PS 102:11 My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
PS 102:12 And Thou, O Jehovah, to the age abidest, And Thy memorial to all generations.
PS 102:13 Thou -- Thou risest -- Thou pitiest Zion, For the time to favour her, For the appointed time hath come.
PS 102:14 For Thy servants have been pleased with her stones, And her dust they favour.
PS 102:15 And nations fear the name of Jehovah, And all kings of the earth Thine honour,
PS 102:16 For Jehovah hath builded Zion, He hath been seen in His honour,
PS 102:17 He turned unto the prayer of the destitute, And He hath not despised their prayer.
PS 102:18 This is written for a later generation, And the people created do praise Jah.
PS 102:19 For He hath looked From the high place of His sanctuary. Jehovah from heaven unto earth looked attentively,
PS 102:20 To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death,
PS 102:21 To declare in Zion the name of Jehovah, And His praise in Jerusalem,
PS 102:22 In the peoples being gathered together, And the kingdoms -- to serve Jehovah.
PS 102:23 He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
PS 102:24 I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations `are' Thine years.
PS 102:25 Beforetime the earth Thou didst found, And the work of Thy hands `are' the heavens.
PS 102:26 They -- They perish, and Thou remainest, And all of them as a garment become old, As clothing Thou changest them, And they are changed.
PS 102:27 And Thou `art' the same, and Thine years are not finished.
PS 102:28 The sons of Thy servants do continue, And their seed before Thee is established!
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