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Psalms.
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Chapter 102.
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A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed and pours out his complaint before the LORD. Hear my prayer, LORD! Let my cry come to you.
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Don’t hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.
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For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.
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My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
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By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
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I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.
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I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.
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My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.
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For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,
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because of your indignation and your wrath; for you have taken me up and thrown me away.
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My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
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But you, LORD, will remain forever; your renown endures to all generations.
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You will arise and have mercy on Zion, for it is time to have pity on her. Yes, the set time has come.
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For your servants take pleasure in her stones, and have pity on her dust.
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So the nations will fear the LORD’s name, all the kings of the earth your glory.
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For the LORD has built up Zion. He has appeared in his glory.
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He has responded to the prayer of the destitute, and has not despised their prayer.
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This will be written for the generation to come. A people which will be created will praise the LORD,
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for he has looked down from the height of his sanctuary. From heaven, the LORD saw the earth,
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to hear the groans of the prisoner, to free those who are condemned to death,
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that men may declare the LORD’s name in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem,
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when the peoples are gathered together, the kingdoms, to serve the LORD.
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He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
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I said, “My God, don’t take me away in the middle of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.
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Of old, you laid the foundation of the earth. The heavens are the work of your hands.
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They will perish, but you will endure. Yes, all of them will wear out like a garment. You will change them like a cloak, and they will be changed.
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But you are the same. Your years will have no end.
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The children of your servants will continue. Their offspring will be established before you.”
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