Psalms 102

Hear my prayer, Yahweh!

Don’t hide your face from me in the day of my distress.

For my days consume away like smoke.

My heart is blighted like grass, and withered,

By reason of the voice of my groaning,

I am like a pelican of the wilderness.

I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.

My enemies reproach me all day.

For I have eaten ashes like bread,

Because of your indignation and your wrath,

My days are like a long shadow.

But you, Yahweh, will remain forever;

You will arise and have mercy on Zion;

For your servants take pleasure in her stones,

So the nations will fear Yahweh’s name;

For Yahweh has built up Zion.

He has responded to the prayer of the destitute,

This will be written for the generation to come.

For he has looked down from the height of his sanctuary.

to hear the groans of the prisoner;

that men may declare Yahweh’s name in Zion,

when the peoples are gathered together,

He weakened my strength along the course.

I said, “My God, don’t take me away in the middle of my days.

Of old, you laid the foundation of the earth.

They will perish, but you will endure.

But you are the same.

The children of your servants will continue.