Psalms 102
1 The prayer: for a weary and suffering person who pours out their grief to the Lord. Hear my prayer, O Lord; let my cry for help come to you.
A Prayer for the Humbled One when he is about to faint, and, before Yahweh, poureth out his grief. O Yahweh, hear thou my prayer, and let, my cry for help, unto thee, enter in.
2 Hide not your face from me in the day of my distress. Incline your ear to me: when I call, answer me speedily.
Do not hide thy face from me, In the day when I am in distress, —Bend down unto me thine ear, In the day when I call, speedily answer me.
3 For my days pass away like smoke: my bones are burned through as with fire.
For, consumed in smoke, are my days, And, my bones, like a burning mass, are scorched through;
4 My heart is scorched, withered like grass; I forget to eat my bread.
Smitten like herbage, so is my heart dried up, For I have forgotten to eat my food.
5 By reason of my loud groaning, my flesh clings to my bones.
At the noise of my groaning, my bone, hath cleaved, to my flesh:
6 Like a desert-owl of the wilderness, like an owl among ruins am I.
I am like the pelican of the desert, I have become as an owl among ruins.
7 I make my sleepless lament like a bird on the house-top alone.
I have watched and am become, Like a bird sitting alone upon a housetop.
8 All the day wild foes revile me, using my name for a curse.
All the day, have mine enemies, reproached me, And, they who are mad against me, by me, have sworn.
9 For ashes have been my bread, and tears have been mixed with my cup.
For, ashes—like bread, have I eaten, And, my drink—with my tears, have I mingled;
10 Because of your passionate anger, you did raise me, then hurl me to the ground.
Because of thine indignation and thy wrath, For thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.
11 My days come to an end, shadows lengthen, I wither like grass.
My days, are like a shadow extended, And, I, as green herbage, do wither.
12 But you, O Lord, are enthroned forever, your fame endures to all generations.
But, thou, O Yahweh, age-abidingly wilt remain, And the memorial of thee, to generation after generation.
13 You will arise and have pity on Zion; it’s time to be gracious; her hour has come.
Thou, wilt arise, wilt have compassion upon Zion, Surely it is time to favour her, Surely the time appointed, hath come;
14 For even her stones are dear to your servants, even the dust of her ruins they look on with love.
Seeing that thy servants, take pleasure, in her stones, And, her dust, they favour:
15 Then the nations will revere the name of the Lord and all the kings of the earth his glory,
That the nations may revere thy Name, O Yahweh, And all the kings of the earth, thy glory.
16 when the Lord shall have built up Zion, and revealed himself in his glory,
When Yahweh, hath built up, Zion, Hath appeared in his glory;
17 in response to the prayer of the destitute, whose prayer he will not despise.
Hath turned towards the prayer of the destitute, And not despised their prayer,
18 Let this be recorded for ages to come, that the Lord may be praised by a people yet unborn.
This, shall be written, for a later generation, And, a people to be created, will give praise unto Yah: —
19 For he shall look down from his holy height, from the heavens the Lord will gaze on the earth,
That he looked down, out of his holy height, Yahweh, from the heavens unto the earth, directed his gaze; —
20 to hear the groans of the prisoner, to free those who are doomed to die;
To hear the groaning of the prisoner, To set free, them who were appointed to death.
21 that people may recount the Lord’s fame in Zion, and the praise of him in Jerusalem,
To the end the Name of Yahweh, might be celebrated in Zion, And his praise in Jerusalem:
22 when the nations are gathered together, and the kingdoms, to worship the Lord.
When the peoples, gather themselves together, And the kingdoms, to serve Yahweh.
23 He has broken my strength on the way, he has shortened my days.
He hath prostrated, in the way, my strength, —He hath shortened my days.
24 I will say, ‘My God, take me not hence in the midst of my days. ‘Your years endure age after age.
I said, O my GOD, do not remove me in the midst of my days, Throughout the generation of generations, are thy years;
25 Of old you have founded the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands.
Of old—the earth, thou didst found, And, the work of thy hands, are the heavens;
26 They shall perish; but you do stand. They shall all wax old like a garment, and change as a robe you will change them.
They, shall perish, But, thou, wilt abide; And, they all, like a garment, shall fall in pieces, As a vesture, wilt thou change them and they shall vanish;
27 But you are the same, your years are endless.
But, thou, art, the same, —And, thy years, shall have no end:
28 The children of your servants abide, evermore shall their seed be before you.’
The children of thy servants, shall continue, —And, their seed, before thee, be established.
