Psalm 102: You alone shall stand

Hear my prayer. May my cry come before You.
Don't hide Your face from me on the day of my distress.

For my days are consumed like smoke,
my bones burned like in a hearth,
my heart smitten like grass, withered,
I forget to eat my bread.

Hear the voice of my sighing for my bones cleave to my flesh.
I'm like a pelican in the wildness,
an owl in the waste-places.
I'm like a bird that sits alone on a rooftop.

Arise, have mercy upon Zion,
for it's time to be gracious to her.
The appointed time has come.
For Your servants take pleasure in her stones, love, her dust.

My strength is weakened, my days shortened.
Don't take me away in the middle of my life.

Your years stretch from generation to generation,
from of old You laid the foundations of the earth,
the heavens are the work of Your hands.
They too shall be destroyed, but You shall stand.

All's like an aged garment, as a vesture, that shall pass away.
But You shall remain.

See that the children of Your servants dwell securely,
their seed, established before You.