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