Psalm 102:1-12 set to meter.
To this my prayer O listen, LORD!
And let my cry for help reach You.
In day of grief hide not Your face.
Your listíning ear toward me O bend;
The day I call, Your answer send,
For all my days go up in smoke,
And like a hearth my bones are burned.
Like grass my heart is crushed and dried;
I daily food forgotten leave;
My skin and bones together cleave.
With sighs and groans my frame resounds.
Iím like a desert pelican,
Or like an owl in ruined wastes.
I lie awake, as on the roof
A sparrow stands, alone, aloof.
All day my foes their taunts repeat;
Those filled with anger curse my name.
I food with tears and ashes mix,
For You on me in anger frown;
You raised me up to throw me down.
An evíning shadow are my days;
Like grass I wither soon away.
But You, Jehovah, sit enthroned
Forever; Your memorial
Abides through generations all.