Old Testament · Poetry and wisdom

Psalms chapter 102

Yahweh, hear my — let my reach you.Don’t from me when I’m . Lean in close — when I call out, answer me quickly.My days , and my like a furnace.My is — I even forget to eat.From the sound of my , I’m nothing but .I’m like a , like a screech owl haunting the .I — like a .All day my enemies me. Those who mock me .I eat like bread and mix my tears into everything I drink,because of your and your rage — you picked me up and .My days stretch out like , and I wither like grass.But you, — you sit forever. Your endures through every generation.You will rise up and to — because the time has come, the is here.Your love her very ; even her dust moves them to compassion.Then the nations will of Yahweh’s name, and every king on earth will honor his ,when Yahweh Zion and in his glory,when he turns toward the prayer of the and does not their plea. for a future generation, so that a people not yet born will Yahweh:Yahweh looked down from , from heaven to the earth,to hear the of the , to set free those —so that Yahweh’s name will be in Zion, his praise in Jerusalem,when gather together, when kingdoms assemble to Yahweh.He broke my ; he cut my life short.I said, “My God, don’t take me in the — you whose years span every generation.”Long ago you laid the of the earth, and the heavens are the .They will , but you remain. They will all — you will like a garment, and they will be discarded.But , and your years will .The children of your servants will , and their descendants will be .