Psalm 102

New Coverdale Version

Hear my prayer, O Lord, * and let my cry come unto you.

Hide not your face from me in the time of my trouble; * incline your ear to me when I call; O hear me, and very soon.

For my days are consumed like smoke, * and my bones are burnt up as in a furnace.

My heart is smitten and withered like grass, * so that I forget to eat my bread.

Because of the voice of my groaning, * my bones will scarcely cleave to my flesh.

I have become like an owl in the wilderness * and like a screech-owl among the ruins.

I am solitary, and lie sleepless because of my groaning; * I am like a sparrow that sits alone upon the housetop.

My enemies revile me all day long, * and those who are enraged against me conspire to do me hurt.

For I have eaten ashes as if they were bread * and mingled my drink with weeping,

Because of your indignation and wrath, * for you have taken me up and cast me down.

My days are gone like a shadow, * and I am withered like grass.

But you, O Lord, shall endure for ever, * and your remembrance throughout all generations.

You shall arise and have mercy upon Zion, * for it is time for you to have mercy upon her; indeed, the time has come.

For your servants love her very stones, * and are moved to pity to see her in the dust.

The nations shall fear your Name, O Lord, * and all the kings of the earth your majesty,

When the Lord shall build up Zion, * and when his glory shall appear,

When he turns to the prayer of the destitute * and despises not their plea.

This shall be written for those that come after, * and a people that shall yet be born shall praise the Lord.

For he has looked down from his sanctuary; * from the heavens the Lord has beheld the earth,

That he might hear the groanings of those who are in captivity, * and deliver those who are condemned to die,

That they may declare the Name of the Lord in Zion, * and his praises in Jerusalem;

When the peoples are gathered together, * and the kingdoms also, to serve the Lord.

He brought down my strength before my time, * and shortened my days.

But I said, “O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days; * for your years endure throughout all generations.”

You, Lord, in the beginning laid the foundation of the earth, * and the heavens are the work of your hands.

They shall perish, but you shall endure; * they all shall wear out, as does a garment;

And as a garment you shall change them, and they shall be changed; * but you are the same, and your years shall not fail.

The children of your servants shall continue, * and their seed shall stand fast in your sight.