Psalm 102:1-17

New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition

³ For my days pass away like smoke,
    and my bones burn like a furnace.^(C)
4 My heart is stricken and withered like grass;
    I am too wasted to eat my bread.^(D)
5 Because of my loud groaning,
    my bones cling to my skin.^(E)
6 I am like a desert owl^[a] of the wilderness,
    like a little owl of the waste places.^(F)
7 I lie awake;
    I am like a lonely bird on the housetop.^(G)
8 All day long my enemies taunt me;
    those who deride me use my name for a curse.^(H)
9 Indeed, I eat ashes like bread
    and mingle tears with my drink,^(I)
10 because of your indignation and anger,
    for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
¹¹ My days are like a lengthening shadow;
    I wither away like grass.^(J)

¹² But you, O Lord, are enthroned forever;
    your name endures to all generations.^(K)
13 You will rise up and have compassion on Zion,
    for it is time to favor it;
    the appointed time has come.^(L)
14 For your servants hold its stones dear
    and have pity on its dust.
¹⁵ The nations will fear the name of the Lord
    and all the kings of the earth your glory.^(M)
16 For the Lord will build up Zion;
    he will appear in his glory.^(N)
17 He will regard the prayer of the destitute
    and will not despise their prayer.^(O)