psalm_Chapter 102

When the poor faint, let my prayer pour out before the Lord. O Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry come before you.

In times of crisis, please listen to me and do not hide your face from me. On the day I cry, please respond to me quickly.

For my days are consumed like smoke and clouds, and my bones are burned like a torch.

My heart is hurt, like grass withering away, even I forget to eat.

Because of my groaning voice, my flesh clings to my bones.

I am like a pelican in the wilderness. Do I feel like I’m from a wilderness?? Birds.

I am vigilant and not sleeping. I am like a lonely sparrow on the roof.

My enemies insult me all day long. Pointing at me and swearing at someone who is reckless towards me.

I have eaten furnace ash, like eating. What I drink is mixed with tears.

This is all due to your anger and anger. You picked me up and then threw me down.

My days, like the shadows of the sun, are skewed. I also wither like grass.

But you, Lord, will endure forever. The name that you can remember is also preserved for generations to come.

You will rise up and have mercy on Zion, for now is the time to pity her. The date has arrived.

Your servant was pleased with her stones and pitied her dust.

The nations shall fear the name of the Lord. All the kings of the world fear your glory.

For the Lord has built Zion and appeared in his glory.

He listens to the prayers of the poor and does not despise their prayers.

This will be recorded for future generations. Praise the Lord to the people who will be created in the future.

Because he looks down from the highest sanctuary. The Lord observes from heaven to earth.

Listen to the sighs of the imprisoned. To release those who are about to die.

To proclaim the name of the Lord in Zion, and to proclaim his praise in Jerusalem.

It is when the people and nations gather together to serve the Lord.

He weakens my strength, the middle path, and shortens my days.

I said, O my God, do not let me die in middle age. Your years are endless for generations to come.

You initially laid the foundation of the earth. The sky is also made by your hands.

Heaven and earth will perish, but you will endure. Heaven and earth will gradually become old like a coat. If you want to change the world like an inner garment, then the world will change.

Only you will never change. Your years are endless.

The descendants of your servants shall endure forever. Their descendants shall stand firm before you.