Psalms 102

Prayer of an afflicted one for mercy on himself and on Zion.

Hide not thy face from me in the day of my distress:

For my days consume away like smoke,

My heart is smitten like grass, and withered;

By reason of the voice of my groaning

I am like a pelican of the wilderness;

I watch, and am become like a sparrow

Mine enemies reproach me all the day;

For I have eaten ashes like bread,

Because of thine indignation and thy wrath:

My days are like a shadow that declineth;

But thou, O Jehovah, wilt abide for ever;

Thou wilt arise, and have mercy upon Zion;

For thy servants take pleasure in her stones,

So the nations shall fear the name of Jehovah,

For Jehovah hath built up Zion;

He hath regarded the prayer of the destitute,

This shall be written for the generation to come;

For he hath looked down from the height of his sanctuary;

To hear the sighing of the prisoner;

That men may declare the name of Jehovah in Zion,

When the peoples are gathered together,

He weakened my strength in the way;

I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days:

Of old didst thou lay the foundation of the earth;

They shall perish, but thou shalt endure;

But thou art the same,

The children of thy servants shall continue,