Salmos 102— comparação

1Ouve a minha oração, SENHOR!

2Não escondas de mim o teu rosto no dia da minha angústia.

3Pois os meus dias se consomem como fumaça.

4O meu coração está ferido como a erva, e secou,

5Por causa da voz do meu gemido,

6Sou como o pelicano do deserto.

7Fico vigiando, e tornei-me como um pardal solitário no telhado.

8Os meus inimigos me insultam o dia todo.

9Pois tenho comido cinzas como pão,

10por causa da tua indignação e da tua ira;

11Os meus dias são como uma sombra longa.

12Mas tu, SENHOR, permanecerás para sempre;

13Tu te levantarás e terás misericórdia de Sião,

14Pois os teus servos têm prazer nas pedras dela,

15Então as nações temerão o nome do SENHOR,

16Pois o SENHOR edificou a Sião.

17Ele atendeu à oração dos desamparados,

18Isso será escrito para a geração futura.

19pois ele olhou para baixo desde o alto do seu santuário.

20para ouvir os gemidos do prisioneiro,

21para que os homens declarem o nome do SENHOR em Sião,

22quando os povos se reunirem,

23Ele enfraqueceu a minha força no caminho.

24Eu disse: “Meu Deus, não me leves no meio dos meus dias.

25Antigamente, tu lançaste os fundamentos da terra.

26Eles perecerão, mas tu permanecerás.

27Mas tu és o mesmo.

28Os filhos dos teus servos continuarão.

1Hear my prayer, Yahweh! Let my cry come to you.

2Don’t hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.

3For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

4My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.

5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

6I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.

7I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.

8My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.

9For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,

10because of your indignation and your wrath; for you have taken me up and thrown me away.

11My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

12But you, Yahweh, will remain forever; your renown endures to all generations.

13You will arise and have mercy on Zion, for it is time to have pity on her. Yes, the set time has come.

14For your servants take pleasure in her stones, and have pity on her dust.

15So the nations will fear Yahweh’s name, all the kings of the earth your glory.

16For Yahweh has built up Zion. He has appeared in his glory.

17He has responded to the prayer of the destitute, and has not despised their prayer.

18This will be written for the generation to come. A people which will be created will praise Yah,

19for he has looked down from the height of his sanctuary. From heaven, Yahweh saw the earth,

20to hear the groans of the prisoner, to free those who are condemned to death,

21that men may declare Yahweh’s name in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem,

22when the peoples are gathered together, the kingdoms, to serve Yahweh.

23He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.

24I said, “My God, don’t take me away in the middle of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.

25Of old, you laid the foundation of the earth. The heavens are the work of your hands.

26They will perish, but you will endure. Yes, all of them will wear out like a garment. You will change them like a cloak, and they will be changed.

27But you are the same. Your years will have no end.

28The children of your servants will continue. Their offspring will be established before you.”