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Psalm 102:1–11

zHear my prayer, O Lord;

let my cry acome to you!

bDo not hide your face from me

in cthe day of my distress!

dIncline your ear to me;

eanswer me speedily fin the day when I call!

For my days gpass away like smoke,

and my hbones burn like a furnace.

My heart is istruck down like grass and jhas withered;

I kforget to eat my bread.

Because of my loud groaning

my lbones cling to my flesh.

I am like ma desert owl of the wilderness,

like an owl1 of the waste places;

I nlie awake;

I am like a lonely sparrow on the housetop.

All the day my enemies taunt me;

those who oderide me puse my name for a curse.

For I eat ashes like bread

and qmingle tears with my drink,

10  because of your indignation and anger;

for you have rtaken me up and sthrown me down.

11  My days are like tan evening shadow;

I jwither away like grass.

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