Psalms 102:1-21

LORD, listen to my prayer; let my cry for help come to you. Do not hide from me in my time of trouble. Pay attention to me. When I cry for help, answer me quickly. My life is passing away like smoke, and my bones are burned up with fire. My heart is like grass that has been cut and dried. I forget to eat. Because of my grief, my skin hangs on my bones. I am like a desert owl, like an owl living among the ruins. I lie awake. I am like a lonely bird on a housetop. All day long enemies insult me; those who make fun of me use my name as a curse. I eat ashes for food, and my tears fall into my drinks. Because of your great anger, you have picked me up and thrown me away. My days are like a passing shadow; I am like dried grass. But, LORD, you rule forever, and your fame goes on and on. You will come and have mercy on Jerusalem, because the time has now come to be kind to her; the right time has come. Your servants love even her stones; they even care about her dust. Nations will fear the name of the LORD, and all the kings on earth will honor you. The LORD will rebuild Jerusalem; there his glory will be seen. He will answer the prayers of the needy; he will not reject their prayers. Write these things for the future so that people who are not yet born will praise the LORD. The LORD looked down from his holy place above; from heaven he looked down at the earth. He heard the moans of the prisoners, and he freed those sentenced to die. The name of the LORD will be heard in Jerusalem; his praise will be heard there.