Psalm 102

¹A 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.

²Hide 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.

³For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.

⁴Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

⁵From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

⁶I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.

⁷I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.

⁸All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.

⁹Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

¹⁰From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.

¹¹My days as a shadow [are] stretched out, And I — as the herb I am withered.

¹²And Thou, O Jehovah, to the age abidest, And Thy memorial to all generations.

¹³Thou — Thou risest — Thou pitiest Zion, For the time to favour her, For the appointed time hath come.

¹⁴For Thy servants have been pleased with her stones, And her dust they favour.