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Psalm 101 (102)

Prayers and vows of an exile
“God comforts us in all our sorrows” (2 Cor 1, 4).

O Lord, listen to my prayer
  and let my cry for help reach you.
Do not hide your face from me
  in the day of my distress.
Turn your ear towards me
  and answer me quickly when I call.

For my days are vanishing like smoke,
  my bones burn away like a fire.
My heart is withered like the grass.
  I forget to eat my bread.
I cry with all my strength
  and my skin clings to my bones.

I have become like a pelican in the wilderness
  like an owl in desolate places.
I lie awake and I moan
  like some lonely bird on a roof.
All day long my foes revile me;
  those who hate me use my name as a curse.

The bread I eat is ashes;
  my drink is mingled with tears.
In your anger, Lord, and your fury
  you have lifted me up and thrown me down.
My days are like a passing shadow
  and I wither away like the grass.

But you, O Lord, will endure for ever
  and your name from age to age.
You will arise and have mercy on Sion:
  for this is the time to have mercy,
  (yes, the time appointed has come)
for your servants love her very stones,
  are moved with pity even for her dust.

The nations shall fear the name of the Lord
  and all the earth’s kings your glory,
when the Lord shall build up Sion again
  and appear in all his glory.
Then he will turn to the prayers of the helpless;
  he will not despise their prayers.

Let this be written for ages to come
  that a people yet unborn may praise the Lord;
for the Lord leaned down from his sanctuary on high.
  He looked down from heaven to the earth
that he might hear the groans of the prisoners
  and free those condemned to die.

The sons of your servants shall dwell untroubled
  and their race shall endure before you,
that the name of the Lord may be proclaimed in Sion
  and his praise in the heart of Jerusalem,
when peoples and kingdoms are gathered together
  to pay their homage to the Lord.

He has broken my strength in mid-course;
  he has shortened the days of my life.
I say to God: ‘Do not take me away
  before my days are complete,
  you, whose days last from age to age.

‘Long ago you founded the earth
  and the heavens are the work of your hands.
They will perish but you will remain.
  They will all wear out like a garment.
You will change them like clothes that are changed.
  But you neither change, nor have an end.’