Psalms 102
1 “A prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed, and poureth out before the Lord his complaint.” O Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry come unto thee.
A 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.
2 Hide not thy face from me on the day when I am distressed; incline unto me thy ear; on the day when I call, answer me speedily.
Hide 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.
3 For my days vanish in smoke, and my bones are burning like a hearth.
For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
4 Struck [by heat] like the herb and dried up is my heart; for I forget to eat my bread.
Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5 Because of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my flesh.
From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
6 I am like the pelican of the wilderness: I am become like the owl amid ruins.
I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.
7 I watch, and I am become like a [night-]bird sitting alone upon the housetop.
I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.
8 All the day my enemies reproach me: they that mock me swear by me.
All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.
9 For ashes do I eat like bread, and my drink I mingle with weeping;
Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
10 Because of thy indignation and thy wrath; for thou hadst lifted me up, and hast cast me down.
From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and like the herb I wither.
My days as a shadow [are] stretched out, And I — as the herb I am withered.
12 But thou, O Lord, wilt sit enthroned for ever; and thy memorial is unto all generations.
And Thou, O Jehovah, to the age abidest, And Thy memorial to all generations.
13 Thou wilt indeed arise; thou wilt have mercy upon Zion; for it is time to favor her, for the appointed time is coming.
Thou — Thou risest — Thou pitiest Zion, For the time to favour her, For the appointed time hath come.
14 For thy servants hold dear her stones, and her very dust they cherish.
For Thy servants have been pleased with her stones, And her dust they favour.
15 Then shall nations fear the name of the Lord, and all the kings of the earth thy glory:
And nations fear the name of Jehovah, And all kings of the earth Thine honour,
16 When the Lord shalt have built up Zion, he appeareth in his glory;
For Jehovah hath builded Zion, He hath been seen in His honour,
17 [When] he hath regarded the prayer of the forsaken, and doth not despise their prayer.
He turned unto the prayer of the destitute, And He hath not despised their prayer.
18 This shall be written down for the latest generation; and the people which shall be created shall praise the Lord.
This is written for a later generation, And the people created do praise Jah.
19 For he hath looked down from the height of his sanctuary; the Lord hath cast from heaven his view to the earth:
For He hath looked From the high place of His sanctuary. Jehovah from heaven unto earth looked attentively,
20 To hear the sighing of the prisoner; to loosen those that are doomed to death:
To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death,
21 That men may proclaim in Zion the name of the Lord, and his praise in Jerusalem;
To declare in Zion the name of Jehovah, And His praise in Jerusalem,
22 When people are gathered together, and kingdoms, to serve the Lord.—
In the peoples being gathered together, And the kingdoms — to serve Jehovah.
23 He hath weakened on the way my strength; he hath shortened my days.
He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
24 I will say, O my God! take me not away in the midst of my days: throughout all generations are thy years.
I say, 'My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations [are] Thine years.
25 In olden times didst thou lay the foundations of the earth; and the heavens are the work of thy hands.
Beforetime the earth Thou didst found, And the work of Thy hands [are] the heavens.
26 These will indeed perish, but thou wilt ever exist: yea, all of them will wear out like a garment; as a vesture wilt thou change them, and they will be changed;
They — They perish, and Thou remainest, And all of them as a garment become old, As clothing Thou changest them, And they are changed.
27 But thou art ever the same, and thy years will have no end.
And Thou [art] the same, and Thine years are not finished.
28 The children of thy servants will dwell [securely], and their seed will be firmly established before thee.
The sons of Thy servants do continue, And their seed before Thee is established!
