Psalms 102 A Prayer for the Poor; when he is deeply afflicted, and pours out his supplication before the Lord. Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come to You.

CAB⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ A Prayer for the Poor; when he is deeply afflicted, and pours out his supplication before the Lord. Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come to You. ² Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my trouble; incline Your ear to me; in the day when I shall call upon You, speedily hear me. ³ For my days have vanished like smoke, and my bones have been parched like a stick. ⁴ I am blighted like grass, and my heart is dried up; for I have forgotten to eat my bread. ⁵ By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones has cleaved to my flesh. ⁶ I have become like a pelican of the wilderness; ⁷ I have become like an owl in a ruined house. I have watched, and have become as a sparrow dwelling alone on a roof. ⁸ All the day long my enemies have reproached me; and they that praised me have sworn against me. ⁹ For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping; ¹⁰ because of Your anger and Your wrath; for You have lifted me up, and dashed me down. ¹¹ My days have declined like a shadow; and I am withered like grass. ¹² But You, O Lord, endure forever, and Your memorial from generation to generation. ¹³ You shall arise, and have mercy upon Zion; for it is time to have mercy upon her, for the appointed time has come. ¹⁴ For Your servants have taken pleasure in her stones, and they shall pity her dust. ¹⁵ So the nations shall fear Your name, O Lord, and all kings Your glory. ¹⁶ For the Lord shall build up Zion, and shall appear in His glory. ¹⁷ He has had regard to the prayer of the lowly, and has not despised their petition. ¹⁸ Let this be written for another generation; and the people that shall be created shall praise the Lord. ¹⁹ For He has looked out from the height of His sanctuary; the Lord looked upon the earth from heaven; ²⁰ to hear the groaning of the fettered ones, to loosen the sons of the slain; ²¹ to proclaim the name of the Lord in Zion, and His praise in Jerusalem; ²² when the people have gathered together, and the kings, to serve the Lord. ²³ He answered him in the way of His strength; tell me the fewness of my days. ²⁴ Do not take me away in the midst of my days; Your years are through all generations. ²⁵ In the beginning You, O Lord, laid the foundation of the earth; and the heavens are the works of Your hands. ²⁶ They shall perish, but You remain; and they all shall grow old like a garment; and as a vesture shall You fold them, and they shall be changed. ²⁷ But You are the same, and Your years shall not fail. ²⁸ The children of Your servants shall dwell securely, and their seed shall prosper forever.