Psalm 102
“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come unto thee.
Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline thine ear
unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily. For my days are consumed
like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. My heart is smitten, and
withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread. By reason of the voice
of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin. I am like a pelican of the
wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert. I watch, and am as a sparrow alone
upon the house top. Mine enemies reproach me all the day; and they that are mad
against me are sworn against me. For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled
my drink with weeping. Because of thine indignation
and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down. My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am
withered like grass. But thou, O Lord, shall endure for ever; and thy
remembrance unto all generations. Thou shalt arise,
and have mercy upon Zion: for the time to favour her, yea, the set time, is
come. For thy servants take pleasure in her stones,
and favour the dust thereof. So the heathen shall fear
the name of the Lord, and all the
kings of the earth thy glory. When the Lord shall build up Zion, he shall
appear in his glory. He will regard the prayer of the
destitute, and not despise their prayer. This shall be
written for the generation to come: and the people which shall be created shall
praise the Lord. For he hath looked down from the height of his
sanctuary; from heaven did the Lord
behold the earth; To hear the groaning of the
prisoner; to loose those that are appointed to death;
To declare the name of the Lord in
Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem; When the people are
gathered together, and the kingdoms, to serve the Lord. He weakened my strength in
the way; he shortened my days. I said, O my God, take
me not away in the midst of my days: thy years are throughout all generations. Of old hast thou laid the foundation of the earth: and
the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall
perish, but thou shalt endure: yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment;
as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed: But thou art the same, and thy years shall have no end. The children of thy servants shall continue, and their
seed shall be established before thee.”
Praise ye the Lord!!!
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