Psalm 102: Iran Fires Missiles

26 Psalms 102
¹Hear my prayer, Yahvah, and let my cry come to you.
²Do not turn your face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline your ear to me; in the day when I call, answer me speedily.

³For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are whitened as if they were burned.
⁴My heart is struck and withered like grass, so that I forget to eat my bread.
⁵Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
⁶I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am like an owl of the desert.
⁷I am shaken and alone, like a sparrow on the house tops.
⁸My enemies disgrace me all the day; those who once praised me, are now sworn against me.
⁹I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
¹⁰because of your indignation and your wrath; for you have lifted me up, and cast me down.
¹¹My days are like a shadow that declines; and I am withered, like grass.

¹²But you, Yahvah, will endure forever, and your remembrance to all generations.
¹³Arise and have mercy on Zion; for it is time to have mercy on her.
¹⁴For your servants take pleasure in her stones, and favor its dust.
¹⁵So the heathen will worship the name of Yahvah, and all the kings of the land, your glory.
¹⁶When Yahvah builds up Zion, he will appear in his glory.
¹⁷He will regard the prayer of the destitute, and not despise their prayer.

¹⁸This will be written for the generation to come; and the people who will be created, will praise Yahvah.
¹⁹For he has looked down from the height of his sanctuary; from the skies, Yahvah saw the land,
²⁰to hear the groaning of the prisoner, to loose those who are appointed to death,
²¹to declare the name of Yahvah in Zion and his praises in Jerusalem,
²²when the peoples are gathered together, and the kingdoms, to serve Yahvah.

²³For they have weakened my strength on land; they warned me of the shortage of my days.
²⁴My God, do not take me away in the middle of my days; your years are throughout all generations.

²⁵Of old, you have laid the foundation of the land; and the skies are the work of your hands.
²⁶They will perish, but you will endure; yes, all of them will wax old like a garment; as a vesture, they will fade.
²⁷But you are the same, and your years will have no end.
²⁸The children of your servants will continue, and their sons will be established before you.