Psalms 102 | Strong's Bible

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CHAPTER 102

A prayer

of one who is afflicted,

when

he grows faint

and pours out

his lament

before

the LORD.

Hear

my prayer,

O LORD;

let my cry for help

come

before You.

Do not

hide

Your face

from me

in the day

of my distress.

Incline

Your ear

to me;

answer

me quickly

when

I call.

For

my days

vanish

like smoke,

and my bones

burn

like glowing embers.

My heart

is afflicted,

and withered

like grass;

I even

forget

to eat

my bread.

Through my loud

groaning,

my flesh

clings

to my bones.

I am

like

a desert

owl,

like an owl

among the ruins.

I lie awake;

I am

like a lone

bird

on

a housetop.

All

day long

my enemies

taunt me;

they ridicule

and curse me.

For

I have eaten

ashes

like bread

and mixed

my drink

with tears,

because of

Your indignation

and wrath;

for

You have picked me up

and cast me aside.

My days

are like lengthening

shadows,

and I

wither away

like grass.

But You,

O LORD,

sit enthroned

forever;

Your renown endures

to all generations.

You

will rise up

and have compassion

on Zion,

for

it is time

to show her favor—

the appointed time

has come.

For

Your servants

delight

in her

stones

and

take pity

on her dust.

So the nations

will fear

the name

of the LORD,

and all

the kings

of the earth

will fear Your glory,

for

the LORD

will rebuild

Zion;

He has appeared

in His glory.

He will turn

toward

the prayer

of the destitute;

He will not

despise

their prayer.

Let this

be written

for the generation

to come,

that a people

not yet created

may praise

the LORD.

For

He looked down

from the heights

of His sanctuary;

the LORD

gazed out

from heaven

to

earth,

to hear

a prisoner’s

groaning,

to release

those condemned

to death,

that they may proclaim

the name

of the LORD

in Zion

and His praise

in Jerusalem,

when peoples

and kingdoms

assemble

to serve

the LORD.

He has broken

my strength

on the way;

He has shortened

my days.

I say:

“O my God,

do not

take me

in the midst

of my days!

Your years

go on through all generations.

In the beginning

You laid the foundations

of the earth,

and the heavens

are the work

of Your hands.

They

will perish,

but You

remain;

they will all

wear out

like a garment.

Like clothing

You will change them,

and they will be passed on.

But You

remain the same,

and Your years

will never

end.

The children

of Your servants

will dwell securely,

and their descendants

will be established

before You.”

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