Psalm 102

A prayer of one overwhelmed with trouble, pouring out problems before the Lord.

1Lord, hear my prayer!

Listen to my plea!

2Don’t turn away from me

in my time of distress.

Bend down to listen,

and answer me quickly when I call to you.

3For my days disappear like smoke,

and my bones burn like red-hot coals.

4My heart is sick, withered like grass,

and I have lost my appetite.

5Because of my groaning,

I am reduced to skin and bones.

6I am like an owl in the desert,

like a little owl in a far-off wilderness.

7I lie awake,

lonely as a solitary bird on the roof.

8My enemies taunt me day after day.

They mock and curse me.

9I eat ashes for food.

My tears run down into my drink

10because of your anger and wrath.

For you have picked me up and thrown me out.

11My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows.

I am withering away like grass.

12But you, O Lord, will sit on your throne forever.

Your fame will endure to every generation.

13You will arise and have mercy on Jerusalem*—

and now is the time to pity her,

now is the time you promised to help.

14For your people love every stone in her walls

and cherish even the dust in her streets.

15Then the nations will tremble before the Lord.

The kings of the earth will tremble before his glory.

16For the Lord will rebuild Jerusalem.

He will appear in his glory.

17He will listen to the prayers of the destitute.

He will not reject their pleas.

18Let this be recorded for future generations,

so that a people not yet born will praise the Lord.

19Tell them the Lord looked down

from his heavenly sanctuary.

He looked down to earth from heaven

20to hear the groans of the prisoners,

to release those condemned to die.

21And so the Lord’s fame will be celebrated in Zion,

his praises in Jerusalem,

22when multitudes gather together

and kingdoms come to worship the Lord.