Psalm 102:1–11
let my cry for help come before you.e
2 Do not hide your face from me in my day of trouble.
Listen closely to me;
answer me quickly when I call.f
3 For my days vanish like smoke,
and my bones burn like a furnace.g
4 My heart is suffering, withered like grass;h
I even forget to eat my food.i
5 Because of the sound of my groaning,
my flesh sticks to my bones.j
like a little owl among the ruins.k
7 I stay awake;l
I am like a solitary bird on a roof.
8 My enemies taunt me all day long;
they ridicule and use my name as a curse.m
and mingle my drinks with tearsn
10 because of your indignation and wrath;
for you have picked me up and thrown me aside.o
11 My days are like a lengthening shadow,
and I wither away like grass.p