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Psalm 102:1

New American Bible - revised edition

The prayer of one afflicted and wasting away whose anguish is poured out before the Lord.

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The cords of Sheol encircled me; the snares of death lay in wait for me.

Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer!

You chastise man with rebukes for sin; like a moth you consume his treasures. Every man is but a breath. Selah

A long time passed, during which the king of Egypt died. The Israelites groaned under their bondage and cried out, and from their bondage their cry for help went up to God.

In the days when he was in the flesh, he offered prayers and supplications with loud cries and tears to the one who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverence.

He was in such agony and he prayed so fervently that his sweat became like drops of blood falling on the ground.]

You wrapped yourself in a cloud, which no prayer could pierce.

Even when I cry for help, he stops my prayer;

Hasten to answer me, Lord; for my spirit fails me. Do not hide your face from me, lest I become like those descending to the pit.

My spirit is faint within me; my heart despairs.

Give ear to my words, O Lord; understand my sighing.

Then the levitical priests rose and blessed the people; their voice was heard and their prayer reached heaven, God’s holy dwelling.

At this time tomorrow I will send you a man from the land of Benjamin whom you are to anoint as ruler of my people Israel. He shall save my people from the hand of the Philistines. I have looked upon my people; their cry has come to me.

And they cast out the foreign gods from their midst and served the Lord, so that he grieved over the misery of Israel.

He fulfills the desire of those who fear him; he hears their cry and saves them.

On the day of my distress I seek the Lord; by night my hands are stretched out unceasingly; I refuse to be consoled.

My deliverance and honor are with God, my strong rock; my refuge is with God.

My tears have been my bread day and night, as they ask me every day, “Where is your God?”

Those who say, “By our tongues we prevail; when our lips speak, who can lord it over us?”




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