Psalm 102A


To this my prayer, O listen, LORD!
And let my cry for help reach you.
In day of grief hide not your face,
Your list’ning ear toward me O bend;
The day I call, your answer send.

For all my days go up in smoke
And like a hearth my bones are burned.
Like grass my heart is crushed and dried;
I daily food forgotten leave;
My skin and bones together cleave.

With sighs and groans my frame resounds;
I’m like a desert pelican
Or like an owl in ruined wastes.
I lie awake as, on the roof
A sparrow stands, alone, aloof.

All day my foes their taunts repeat;
Those filled with anger curse my name.
I food with tears and ashes mix
For you on me in anger frown:
You raise me up to throw me down.

An evening shadow are my days;
Like grass I wither soon away.
But you, Jehovah, sit enthroned!
Forever your memorial
abides through generations all!


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