Psalm 102

¹A Prayer of the afflicted when he is feeble, and before Jehovah poureth out his plaint. O Jehovah, hear my prayer, yea, my cry to Thee cometh.

²Hide not Thou Thy face from me, In a day of mine adversity, Incline unto me Thine ear, In the day I call, haste, answer me.

³For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.

⁴Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

⁵From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

⁶I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.

⁷I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.

⁸All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.

⁹Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

¹⁰From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.

¹¹My days as a shadow are stretched out, And I—as the herb I am withered.

¹²And Thou, O Jehovah, to the age abidest, And Thy memorial to all generations.

¹³Thou—Thou risest—Thou pitiest Zion, For the time to favour her, For the appointed time hath come.

¹⁴For Thy servants have been pleased with her stones, And her dust they favour.

¹⁵And nations fear the name of Jehovah, And all kings of the earth Thine honour,

¹⁶For Jehovah hath builded Zion, He hath been seen in His honour,

¹⁷He turned unto the prayer of the destitute, And He hath not despised their prayer.

¹⁸This is written for a later generation, And the people created do praise Jah.

¹⁹For He hath looked From the high place of His sanctuary. Jehovah from heaven unto earth looked attentively,

²⁰To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death,

²¹To declare in Zion the name of Jehovah, And His praise in Jerusalem,

²²In the peoples being gathered together, And the kingdoms—to serve Jehovah.

²³He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.

²⁴I say, ‘My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,’ Through all generations are Thine years.

²⁵Beforetime the earth Thou didst found, And the work of Thy hands are the heavens.

²⁶They—They perish, and Thou remainest, And all of them as a garment become old, As clothing Thou changest them, And they are changed.

²⁷And Thou art the same, and Thine years are not finished.

²⁸The sons of Thy servants do continue, And their seed before Thee is established!

Psalm 103