Psalms 102:1-17

Lord, hear my prayer; let my cry for help come before you.  Do not hide your face from me in my day of trouble. Listen closely to me; answer me quickly when I call.  For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.  My heart is suffering, withered like grass;  I even forget to eat my food.  Because of the sound of my groaning, my flesh sticks to my bones.  I am like an eagle owl, like a little owl among the ruins.  I stay awake;  I am like a solitary bird on a roof. My enemies taunt me all day long; they ridicule and use my name as a curse.  I eat ashes like bread and mingle my drinks with tears  because of your indignation and wrath; for you have picked me up and thrown me aside.  My days are like a lengthening shadow, and I wither away like grass.  But you, Lord, are enthroned forever;  your fame endures to all generations.  You will rise up and have compassion on Zion, for it is time to show favor to her — the appointed time has come.  For your servants take delight in its stones and favor its dust.  Then the nations will fear the name of the  Lord, and all the kings of the earth your glory,  for the Lord will rebuild Zion; he will appear in his glory.  He will pay attention to the prayer of the destitute and will not despise their prayer.