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62 lines
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# Chapter 102
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1 Hear my prayer, O Lord;
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let my cry come to you!
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2 Do not hide your face from me
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in the day of my distress!
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Incline your ear to me;
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answer me speedily in the day when I call!
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3 For my days pass away like smoke,
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and my bones burn like a furnace.
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4 My heart is struck down like grass and has withered;
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I forget to eat my bread.
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5 Because of my loud groaning
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my bones cling to my flesh.
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6 I am like a desert owl of the wilderness,
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like an owl of the waste places;
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7 I lie awake;
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I am like a lonely sparrow on the housetop.
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8 All the day my enemies taunt me;
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those who deride me use my name for a curse.
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9 For I eat ashes like bread
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and mingle tears with my drink,
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10 because of your indignation and anger;
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for you have taken me up and thrown me down.
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11 My days are like an evening shadow;
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I wither away like grass.
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12 But you, O Lord, are enthroned forever;
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you are remembered throughout all generations.
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13 You will arise and have pity on Zion;
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it is the time to favor her;
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the appointed time has come.
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14 For your servants hold her stones dear
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and have pity on her dust.
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15 Nations will fear the name of the Lord,
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and all the kings of the earth will fear your glory.
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16 For the Lord builds up Zion;
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he appears in his glory;
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17 he regards the prayer of the destitute
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and does not despise their prayer.
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18 Let this be recorded for a generation to come,
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so that a people yet to be created may praise the Lord:
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19 that he looked down from his holy height;
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from heaven the Lord looked at the earth,
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20 to hear the groans of the prisoners,
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to set free those who were doomed to die,
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21 that they may declare in Zion the name of the Lord,
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and in Jerusalem his praise,
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22 when peoples gather together,
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and kingdoms, to worship the Lord.
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23 He has broken my strength in midcourse;
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he has shortened my days.
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24 “O my God,” I say, “take me not away
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in the midst of my days—
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you whose years endure
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throughout all generations!”
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25 Of old you laid the foundation of the earth,
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and the heavens are the work of your hands.
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26 They will perish, but you will remain;
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they will all wear out like a garment.
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You will change them like a robe, and they will pass away,
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27 but you are the same, and your years have no end.
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28 The children of your servants shall dwell secure;
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their offspring shall be established before you. |