Salmos 102

¹The prayer of one afflicted and wasting away whose anguish is poured out before the LORD. I LORD, hear my prayer; let my cry come to you.

²Do not hide your face from me now that I am in distress. Turn your ear to me; when I call, answer me quickly.

³For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn away as in a furnace.

⁴I am withered, dried up like grass, too wasted to eat my food.

⁵From my loud groaning I become just skin and bones.

⁶I am like a desert owl, like an owl among the ruins.

⁷I lie awake and moan, like a lone sparrow on the roof.

⁸All day long my enemies taunt me; in their rage, they make my name a curse.

⁹I eat ashes like bread, mingle my drink with tears.

¹⁰Because of your furious wrath, you lifted me up just to cast me down.

¹¹My days are like a lengthening shadow; I wither like the grass.

¹²II But you, LORD, are enthroned forever; your renown is for all generations.

¹³You will again show mercy to Zion; now is the time for pity; the appointed time has come.

¹⁴Its stones are dear to your servants; its dust moves them to pity.

¹⁵The nations shall revere your name, LORD, all the kings of the earth, your glory,

¹⁶Once the LORD has rebuilt Zion and appeared in glory,

¹⁷Heeding the plea of the lowly, not scorning their prayer.

¹⁸Let this be written for the next generation, for a people not yet born, that they may praise the LORD:

¹⁹The LORD looked down from the holy heights, viewed the earth from heaven,

²⁰To attend to the groaning of the prisoners, to release those doomed to die.

²¹Then the LORD'S name will be declared on Zion, the praise of God in Jerusalem,

²²When all peoples and kingdoms gather to worship the LORD.

²³III God has shattered my strength in mid-course, has cut short my days.

²⁴I plead, O my God, do not take me in the midst of my days. Your years last through all generations.

²⁵Of old you laid the earth's foundations; the heavens are the work of your hands.

²⁶They perish, but you remain; they all wear out like a garment; Like clothing you change them and they are changed,

²⁷but you are the same, your years have no end.

²⁸May the children of your servants live on; may their descendants live in your presence.