Psalms 102
1 A prayer from someone who is suffering and is tired out, pouring out their troubles to the Lord. Lord please hear my prayer, my cry for help!
A Prayer for the Humbled One when he is about to faint, and, before Yahweh, poureth out his grief. O Yahweh, hear thou my prayer, and let, my cry for help, unto thee, enter in.
2 Don't hide your face from me in my time of trouble! Turn and listen to me, and answer me quickly when I call.
Do not hide thy face from me, In the day when I am in distress, —Bend down unto me thine ear, In the day when I call, speedily answer me.
3 My life is disappearing like smoke; my body feels like it's on fire!
For, consumed in smoke, are my days, And, my bones, like a burning mass, are scorched through;
4 I'm like grass that's dried up, withered away—I even forget to eat!
Smitten like herbage, so is my heart dried up, For I have forgotten to eat my food.
5 All my groaning has worn me out; my bones show through my skin.
At the noise of my groaning, my bone, hath cleaved, to my flesh:
6 I'm like a desert owl, like a little owl among the ruins.
I am like the pelican of the desert, I have become as an owl among ruins.
7 I can't sleep. I'm like a lonely bird on a rooftop.
I have watched and am become, Like a bird sitting alone upon a housetop.
8 My enemies taunt me all day long. They mock me and swear at me.
All the day, have mine enemies, reproached me, And, they who are mad against me, by me, have sworn.
9 Ashes are the food I eat; my tears drip into my drink,
For, ashes—like bread, have I eaten, And, my drink—with my tears, have I mingled;
10 because of your anger and hostility, for you have picked me up and tossed me away.
Because of thine indignation and thy wrath, For thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.
11 My life is fading away like a shadow that lengthens—I'm withering away like grass.
My days, are like a shadow extended, And, I, as green herbage, do wither.
12 But you, Lord, reign forever, your fame will last for all generations.
But, thou, O Yahweh, age-abidingly wilt remain, And the memorial of thee, to generation after generation.
13 You will take action and have pity on Jerusalem, for it's time to be kind to the city, the time has come.
Thou, wilt arise, wilt have compassion upon Zion, Surely it is time to favour her, Surely the time appointed, hath come;
14 For the people who follow you love its stones; they value even its dust!
Seeing that thy servants, take pleasure, in her stones, And, her dust, they favour:
15 Then the nations will be in awe of who you are, Lord; all the kings of the earth will be in awe of your glory.
That the nations may revere thy Name, O Yahweh, And all the kings of the earth, thy glory.
16 For the Lord will rebuild Jerusalem; he will appear in glory.
When Yahweh, hath built up, Zion, Hath appeared in his glory;
17 He will pay attention to the prayers of the homeless; he will not disregard their requests.
Hath turned towards the prayer of the destitute, And not despised their prayer,
18 Let this be recorded for generations to come, so that people yet to be born may praise the Lord:
This, shall be written, for a later generation, And, a people to be created, will give praise unto Yah: —
19 The Lord looked down from above, from the heights of his holy place; he looked down from heaven to the earth,
That he looked down, out of his holy height, Yahweh, from the heavens unto the earth, directed his gaze; —
20 to respond to the groans of prisoners, to set free the children of death.
To hear the groaning of the prisoner, To set free, them who were appointed to death.
21 As a result the wonderful nature of the Lord will be celebrated with praise in Jerusalem,
To the end the Name of Yahweh, might be celebrated in Zion, And his praise in Jerusalem:
22 when the people of many kingdoms gather together to worship the Lord.
When the peoples, gather themselves together, And the kingdoms, to serve Yahweh.
23 But as for me, he broke my health while I was still young, cutting my life short.
He hath prostrated, in the way, my strength, —He hath shortened my days.
24 I cried out, “My God, don't take my life while I'm young! You are the one who lives forever.
I said, O my GOD, do not remove me in the midst of my days, Throughout the generation of generations, are thy years;
25 Long ago you created the earth; you made the heavens.
Of old—the earth, thou didst found, And, the work of thy hands, are the heavens;
26 They will come to an end, but you will not. They will all wear out, like clothes—you will change them, and throw them away.
They, shall perish, But, thou, wilt abide; And, they all, like a garment, shall fall in pieces, As a vesture, wilt thou change them and they shall vanish;
27 But you are the one who always is; your years never come to an end.
But, thou, art, the same, —And, thy years, shall have no end:
28 Our children will live with you, and our children's children will grow in your presence.”
The children of thy servants, shall continue, —And, their seed, before thee, be established.
