PSALMS.
102.
Yahweh, listen to what I am praying; hear me while I cry out to you! 
Do not ◄turn away/hide yourself► from me when I ◄have troubles/am distressed►! Listen to me, and answer me quickly now, when I am calling out to you! 
My life is ending, like smoke that disappears SIM; I have  a high fever which burns my body like a fire burns SIM. 
 I feel like I am drying up like grass SIM that has been beaten/trampled down, and I no longer have a desire to eat food. 
I groan loudly, and my bones can be seen under my skin  because I have become very thin. 
I am like a  lonely and despised vulture in the desert, like an owl by itself in the abandoned ruins  of a building/city. 
I lie awake  at night;  because there is no one to comfort me, I am like a lonely bird  sitting on a housetop SIM. 
All during the day my enemies insult me; those who make fun of me mention my name  and say, “May you be like him” when they curse people. 
Because you are very angry DOU with me, now  I sit in ashes  while I am suffering greatly; and those ashes  fall on the bread/food that I eat, and what I drink has my tears mixed with it.  It is as though you have picked me up and thrown me away! 
My time to remain alive is like an evening shadow  that will soon be gone SIM. I am withering like grass withers  in the hot sun. 
But Yahweh, you are our king who rules MTY forever; people who are not yet born will remember you. 
You will arise and be merciful to  the people of MTY Jerusalem; it is now time for you to do that; this is the time for you to be kind to them. 
Even though ◄the city has been destroyed/our enemies have destroyed our city►, we who serve you still love the stones that  were formerly in the city walls; because now there is rubble everywhere, we, your people, are very sad when we see it. 
Yahweh,  some day the people of other nations will revere you MTY; all the kings on earth will see that you are very glorious/great. 
You will rebuild Jerusalem, and you will appear there with your glory/brightness. 
You will listen to the prayers of your people who are homeless, and you will ◄not ignore them/do what they request► LIT when they plead with you to help them. 
Yahweh,  I want to write these words in order that people in future years  will know what you have done, in order that people who are not born yet will praise you. 
They will know that you looked down from your holy/sacred place in heaven DOU and saw  what was happening on the earth. 
They will know that you hear prisoners groaning and that you will set free those who have been told, “You will be executed.” 
As a result, people in Jerusalem will praise you DOU for what you  have done 
when many people  from other people-groups and  those who are citizens of other kingdoms gather to worship you. 
 But now you have caused me to become weak while I am still young;  I think that I will ◄not live much longer/ very long/soon die►. 
I say to you, “My God, do not cause me to die now, before I become old! You live forever! 
You created the world long ago, and you made ◄the heavens/everything in the sky► with your own hands. 
The earth and the heavens/sky will disappear, but you will remain. They will wear out like clothes wear out. You will get rid of them like  people get rid of old clothes, and they will no longer exist, 
but you are  not like the things that you created,  because you are always the same; you never die. 
 Some day our children will live safely  in Jerusalem, and their descendants will be protected in your presence.”