Psalm 102 For the healing of illnesses of the soul and body. To obtain temporal graces. To know how to forgive.

Updated : Sat 13 Nov 2021 AM (UTC +1)

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Psalm 102
1 Prayer for an unfortunate person who in his despair spreads his complaint before Yahweh.
2 Yahweh, hear my prayer, let my cry come to you;
3 do not hide your face from me in the day when anguish haunts me; incline your ear to me, on the day I call you, quickly, answer me!
4 For my days are gone up in smoke, my bones are burning like a blaze;
5 beaten like grass, my heart withers and I forget to eat my bread;
6 by dint of shouting my complaint, my skin has stuck to my bones.
7 I am like the owl of the desert, I am like the tawny of the ruins;
8 I watch and groan, like the lonely bird on the roof;

9 all day long my enemies reproach me; those who praised me curse with me.
10 Ashes are the bread that I eat; I mix my tears with my drink,
11 in the face of your anger and your wrath, for you have lifted me up and rejected me;
12 my days are like a fading shadow, and I like the grass I wither.
13 But you, Yahweh, are thrones forever; from age to age, remember you!
14 Thou shalt rise up, fond of Zion, for it is time to have mercy on her, for the hour has come;
15 For thy servants cherish the stones thereof, and have pity upon its dust.
16 And the Gentiles shall fear the name of Yahweh, and all the kings of the earth your glory;
17 When Yahweh builds Zion, he will be seen in his glory;
18 he will turn to the prayer of the despoiled, he will not have despised his prayer.
19 This will be written for the age to come, and a new people will praise God.
20 he stooped down from his sanctuary, Yahweh, and looked down from the heavens to the earth,
21 to listen to the captive's sigh, to free the customers from death,
22 to pour out the name of Yahweh in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem,
23 when peoples and kingdoms will join together to worship Yahweh.
24 On the way my strength weakened; the small number of my days,
25 let me know, don't take me half my life, age after age your years go.
26 Long ago you founded the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands;
27 They perish, you remain, all like a garment they wear out, like a changing garment, you change them;
28 but you, the same, endless are your years.
29 The children of your servants shall dwell, and their lineage before you.

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