Psalm 101 — The Holy Bible

A prayer by a poor man, when he was depressed and poured out his supplication before the Lord.

Hear my prayer, O Lord,

And let my cry come to You.

Do not turn Your face from me;

In the day when I am afflicted, incline Your ear to me;

In the day when I call upon You, hear me quickly.

For my days vanished like smoke,

And my bones burned up like firewood.

I was cut down like grass, and my heart became withered,

For I forgot to eat my bread.

Because of the sound of my groaning,

My bones cleaved to my flesh.

I have become like a pelican in a desert;

I have become like an owl in a ruined house;

I kept watch, and have become

Like a sparrow alone on a housetop.

My enemies reproached me all day long,

And those who praised me swore against me.

For I ate ashes like bread,

And mixed my drink with weeping

Because of the wrath of Your countenance and Your anger;

For You lifted me up and broke me down.

My days were far spent like a shadow,

And I am withered like grass.

But You, O Lord, remain forever,

And Your remembrance is from generation to generation.

When You rise up, You shall have compassion on Zion,

For it is time to have compassion on her, because the time is come;

For Your servants took pleasure in her stones,

And they shall have compassion for her dust.

And the Gentiles shall fear the name of the Lord,

And all the kings of the earth Your glory;

For the Lord shall build Zion,

And He shall be seen in His glory.

He regarded the prayer of the humble,

And He did not despise their supplication.

Let this be written for another generation,

And the people who are created shall praise the Lord;

For He looked down from the height of His holy place;

The Lord looked upon the earth from heaven,

To hear the groaning of those bound,

To set free the sons of the slain,

To declare the Lord's name in Zion,

And His praise in Jerusalem,

When the peoples and the kingdoms

Are gathered together to serve the Lord.

He replied to Him in the way of strength,

“Declare to me the fewness of my days;

Take me not away in the midst of my days;

Your years are throughout all generations.

In the beginning, O Lord, You founded the earth,

And the heavens are the works of Your hands.

They shall perish, but You shall remain,

And all things shall grow old like a garment,

And like a cloak You shall change them,

And they shall be changed;

But You are the same, and Your years shall not fail.

The children of Your servants shall dwell there,

And their seed shall be led to prosperity forever.”