|[A prayer of one afflicted, when he is faint and pours out his complaint before the LORD. ]||Penitential Psalm - Help Me O Lord!. Psalm 102(v101)|
|Hear my prayer, O LORD; |
let my cry come to thee!
|Do not hide thy face from me in the day of my distress! |
Incline thy ear to me; answer me speedily in the day when I call!
|For my days pass away like smoke, |
and my bones burn like a furnace.
|My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; |
I forget to eat my bread.
|Because of my loud groaning |
my bones cleave to my flesh.
|I am like a vulture of the wilderness, |
like an owl of the waste places;
|I lie awake, |
I am like a lonely bird on the housetop.
|All the day my enemies taunt me, |
those who deride me use my name for a curse.
|For I eat ashes like bread, |
and mingle tears with my drink,
|because of thy indignation and anger; |
for thou hast taken me up and thrown me away.
|My days are like an evening shadow; |
I wither away like grass.
|But thou, O LORD, art enthroned for ever; |
thy name endures to all generations.
|Thou wilt arise and have pity on Zion; |
it is the time to favor her;
the appointed time has come.
|For thy servants hold her stones dear, |
and have pity on her dust.
|The nations will fear the name of the LORD, |
and all the kings of the earth thy glory.
|For the LORD will build up Zion, |
he will appear in his glory;
|he will regard the prayer of the destitute, |
and will not despise their supplication.
|Let this be recorded for a generation to come, |
so that a people yet unborn may praise the LORD:
|that he looked down from his holy height, |
from heaven the LORD looked at the earth,
|to hear the groans of the prisoners, |
to set free those who were doomed to die;
|that men may declare in Zion the name of the LORD, |
and in Jerusalem his praise,
|when peoples gather together, |
and kingdoms, to worship the LORD.
|He has broken my strength in mid-course; |
he has shortened my days.
|"O my God," I say, "take me not hence in the midst of my days, |
thou whose years endure throughout all generations!"
|Of old thou didst lay the foundation of the earth, |
and the heavens are the work of thy hands.
|They will perish, but thou dost endure; |
they will all wear out like a garment.
Thou changest them like raiment,
and they pass away;
|but thou art the same, |
and thy years have no end.
|The children of thy servants shall dwell secure;|
their posterity shall be established before thee.
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