Psalm 102

Words: The Scottish Psalter

NOTE: There is also a Long Metre version below

A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed,
and poureth out his complaint before the Lord.

  1  O Lord, unto my pray'r give ear,
        my cry let come to thee;
  2  And in the day of my distress
        hide not thy face from me.

     Give ear to me; what time I call,
        to answer me make haste:
  3  For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt,
        my days, like smoke, do waste.

  4  My heart within me smitten is,
        and it is withered
     Like very grass; so that I do
        forget to eat my bread.

  5  By reason of my groaning voice
        my bones cleave to my skin.
  6  Like pelican in wilderness
        forsaken I have been:

     I like an owl in desert am,
        that nightly there doth moan;
  7  I watch, and like a sparrow am
        on the house-top alone.

  8  My bitter en'mies all the day
        reproaches cast on me;
     And, being mad at me, with rage
        against me sworn they be.

  9  For why? I ashes eaten have
        like bread, in sorrows deep;
     My drink I also mingled have
        with tears that I did weep.

 10  Thy wrath and indignation
        did cause this grief and pain;
     For thou hast lift me up on high,
        and cast me down again.

 11  My days are like unto a shade,
        which doth declining pass;
     And I am dried and withered,
        ev'n like unto the grass.

 12  But thou, Lord, everlasting art,
        and thy remembrance shall
     Continually endure, and be
        to generations all.

 13  Thou shalt arise, and mercy have
        upon thy Zion yet;
     The time to favor her is come,
        the time that thou hast set.

 14  For in her rubbish and her stones
        thy servants pleasure take;
     Yea, they the very dust thereof
        do favor for her sake.

 15  So shall the heathen people fear
        the Lord's most holy name;
     And all the kings on earth shall dread
        thy glory and thy fame.

 16  When Zion by the mighty Lord
        built up again shall be,
     In glory then and majesty
        to men appear shall he.

 17  The prayer of the destitute
        he surely will regard;
     Their prayer will he not despise,
        by him it shall be heard.

 18  For generations yet to come
        this shall be on record:
     So shall the people that shall be
        created praise the Lord.

 19  He from his sanctuary's height
        hath downward cast his eye;
     And from his glorious throne in heav'n
        the Lord the earth did spy;

 20  That of the mournful prisoner
        the groanings he might hear,
     To set them free that unto death
        by men appointed are:

 21  That they in Zion may declare
        the Lord's most holy name,
     And publish in Jerusalem
        the praises of the same;

22   When as the people gather shall
          in troops with one accord,
     When kingdoms shall assembled be
          to serve the highest Lord.

 23  My wonted strength and force he hath
        abated in the way,
     And he my days hath shortened:
 24      Thus therefore did I say,

     My God, in mid-time of my days
        take thou me not away:
     From age to age eternally
        thy years endure and stay.

 25  The firm foundation of the earth
        of old time thou hast laid;
     The heavens also are the work
        which thine own hands have made.

 26  Thou shalt for evermore endure,
        but they shall perish all;
     Yea, ev'ry one of them wax old,
        like to a garment, shall:

     Thou, as a vesture, shalt them change,
        and they shall changed be:
 27  But thou the same art, and thy years
        are to eternity.

 28  The children of thy servants shall
        continually endure;
     And in thy sight, O Lord, their seed
        shall be established sure.

LM Second Version

  1  Lord, hear my pray'r, and let my cry
        Have speedy access unto thee;
  2  In day of my calamity
        O hide not thou thy face from me.

     Hear when I call to thee; that day
        An answer speedily return:
  3  My days, like smoke, consume away,
        And, as an hearth, my bones do burn.

  4  My heart is wounded very sore,
        And withered, like grass doth fade:
     I am forgetful grown therefore
        To take and eat my daily bread.

  5  By reason of my smart within,
        And voice of my most grievous groans,
     My flesh consumed is, my skin,
        All parched, doth cleave unto my bones.

  6  The pelican of wilderness,
        The owl in desert, I do match;
  7  And, sparrow-like, companionless,
        Upon the house's top, I watch.

  8  I all day long am made a scorn,
        Reproached by my malicious foes:
     The madmen are against me sworn,
        The men against me that arose.

  9  For I have ashes eaten up,
        To me as if they had been bread;
     And with my drink I in my cup
        Of bitter tears a mixture made.

 10  Because thy wrath was not appeased,
        And dreadful indignation:
     Therefore it was that thou me raised,
        And thou again didst cast me down.

 11  My days are like a shade alway,
        Which doth declining swiftly pass;
     And I am withered away,
        Much like unto the fading grass.

 12  But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure,
        From change and all mutation free,
     And to all generations sure
        Shall thy remembrance ever be.

 13  Thou shalt arise, and mercy yet
        Thou to mount Zion shalt extend:
     Her time for favor which was set,
        Behold, is now come to an end.

 14  Thy saints take pleasure in her stones,
        Her very dust to them is dear.
 15  All heathen lands and kingly thrones
        On earth thy glorious name shall fear.

 16  God in his glory shall appear,
        When Zion he builds and repairs.
 17  He shall regard and lend his ear
        Unto the needy's humble pray'rs:

     Th' afflicted's pray'r he will not scorn.
 18      All times this shall be on record:
     And generations yet unborn
        Shall praise and magnify the Lord.

 19  He from his holy place looked down,
        The earth he viewed from heav'n on high;
 20  To hear the pris'ner's mourning groan,
        And free them that are doomed to die;

 21  That Zion, and Jerus'lem too,
        His name and praise may well record,
 22  When people and the kingdoms do
        Assemble all to praise the Lord.

 23  My strength he weakened in the way,
        My days of life he shortened.
 24  My God, O take me not away
        In mid-time of my days, I said:

     Thy years throughout all ages last.
 25      Of old thou hast established
     The earth's foundation firm and fast:
        Thy mighty hands the heav'ns have made.

 26  They perish shall, as garments do,
        But thou shalt evermore endure;
     As vestures, thou shalt change them so;
        And they shall all be changed sure:

 27  But from all changes thou art free;
        Thy endless years do last for aye.
 28  Thy servants, and their seed who be,
        Established shall before thee stay.

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