Psalms 102
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Psalm 102
A Prayer of the poor in spirit, when he is overwhelmed, and pours out his complaint before the Lord.
1¶ Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come unto thee.
2Hide 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.
3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as in a hearth.
4My heart is smitten and withered like grass so that I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones cleave to my skin.
6I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am like an owl of the desert.
7I watch and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top.
8My enemies reproach me all the day, and those that are mad against me are sworn against me.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread and mingled my drink with weeping,
10because of thine indignation and thy wrath; for thou hast lifted me up and cast me down.
11My days are like a shadow that declines, and I am withered like grass.
12¶ But thou, O Lord, shalt endure for ever and thy remembrance unto all generations.
13Thou shalt arise and have mercy upon Zion; for the time to favour her, the set time, is come.
14For thy slaves love her stones and have compassion on the dust thereof.
15So the Gentiles shall fear the name of the Lord, and all the kings of the earth thy glory
16because the Lord shall have built up Zion, and he shall be seen in his glory.
17He shall have regarded the prayer of those who are alone and destitute and not despised their prayer.
18This shall be written for the generation to come, and the people who shall be created shall praise JAH.
19For he has looked down from the height of his sanctuary; from the heavens the Lord beheld the earth
20to hear the groaning of the prisoner; to loose those that are appointed to death,
21that they might declare the name of the Lord in Zion and his praise in Jerusalem,
22when the people are gathered together as one and the kingdoms, to serve the Lord.
23¶ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
24I said, O my God, do not cut me off in the midst of my days; thy years are from generation to generation.
25Of old thou hast laid the foundation of the earth; and the heavens are the work of thy hands.
26They shall perish, but thou shalt endure: yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment; as a vesture thou shalt change them, and they shall be changed:
27But thou art the same, and thy years shall have no end.
28The sons of thy slaves shall continue, and their seed shall be established before thee.
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The Jubilee Bible 2000 (JUB) by Ransom Press International
