Psalm 102

¹The prayer of the poor man, when he was anxious, and poured out his supplication before the Lord.

²Hear, O Lord, my prayer: and let my cry come to thee.

³Turn not away thy face from me: in the day when I am in trouble, incline thy ear to me. In what day soever I shall call upon thee, hear me speedily.

⁴For my days are vanished like smoke: and my bones are grown dry like fuel for the fire.

⁵I am smitten as grass, and my heart is withered: because I forgot to eat my bread.

⁶Through the voice of my groaning, my bone hath cleaved to my flesh.

⁷I am become like to a pelican of the wilderness: I am like a night raven in the house.

⁸I have watched, and am become as a sparrow all alone on the housetop.

⁹All the day long my enemies reproached me: and they that praised me did swear against me.

¹⁰For I did eat ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping.

¹¹Because of thy anger and indignation: for having lifted me up thou hast thrown me down.

¹²My days have declined like a shadow, and I am withered like grass.

¹³But thou, O Lord, endurest for ever: and thy memorial to all generations.

¹⁴Thou shalt arise and have mercy on Sion: for it is time to have mercy on it, for the time is come.

¹⁵For the stones thereof have pleased thy servants: and they shall have pity on the earth thereof.