Psalms 102:1-13

LORD, listen to my prayer; let my cry for help come to you. Do not hide from me in my time of trouble. Pay attention to me. When I cry for help, answer me quickly. My life is passing away like smoke, and my bones are burned up with fire. My heart is like grass that has been cut and dried. I forget to eat. Because of my grief, my skin hangs on my bones. I am like a desert owl, like an owl living among the ruins. I lie awake. I am like a lonely bird on a housetop. All day long enemies insult me; those who make fun of me use my name as a curse. I eat ashes for food, and my tears fall into my drinks. Because of your great anger, you have picked me up and thrown me away. My days are like a passing shadow; I am like dried grass. But, LORD, you rule forever, and your fame goes on and on. You will come and have mercy on Jerusalem, because the time has now come to be kind to her; the right time has come.