Psalm 102

First Version (C.M.)

1    O Lord, unto my pray’r give ear,

          my cry let come to thee;

2    And in the day of my distress

          hide not thy face from me.

     Give ear to me; what time I call,

          to answer me make haste:

3    For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt,

          my days, like smoke, do waste.

4    My heart within me smitten is,

          and it is withered

     Like very grass; so that I do

          forget to eat my bread.

5    By reason of my groaning voice

          my bones cleave to my skin.

6    Like pelican in wilderness

          forsaken I have been:

     I like an owl in desert am,

          that nightly there doth moan;

7    I watch, and like a sparrow am

          on the house-top alone.

8    My bitter en’mies all the day

          reproaches cast on me;

     And, being mad at me, with rage

          against me sworn they be.

9    For why? I ashes eaten have

          like bread, in sorrows deep;

     My drink I also mingled have

          with tears that I did weep.

10   Thy wrath and indignation

          did cause this grief and pain;

     For thou hast lift me up on high,

          and cast me down again.



11   My days are like unto a shade,

          which doth declining pass;

     And I am dry’d and withered,

          ev’n like unto the grass.

12   But thou, Lord, everlasting art,

          and thy remembrance shall

     Continually endure, and be

          to generations all.

13   Thou shalt arise, and mercy have

          upon thy Sion yet;

     The time to favour her is come,

          the time that thou hast set.

14   For in her rubbish and her stones

          thy servants pleasure take;

     Yea, they the very dust thereof

          do favour for her sake.

15   So shall the heathen people fear

          the Lord’s most holy name;

     And all the kings on earth shall dread

          thy glory and thy fame.

16   When Sion by the mighty Lord

          built up again shall be,

     In glory then and majesty

          to men appear shall he.

17   The prayer of the destitute

          he surely will regard;

     Their prayer will he not despise,

          by him it shall be heard.

18   For generations yet to come

          this shall be on record:

     So shall the people that shall be

          created praise the Lord.

19   He from his sanctuary’s height

          hath downward cast his eye;

     And from his glorious throne in heav’n

          the Lord the earth did spy;

20   That of the mournful prisoner

          the groanings he might hear,

     To set them free that unto death

          by men appointed are:

21   That they in Sion may declare

          the Lord’s most holy name,

     And publish in Jerusalem

          the praises of the same;

22   When as the people gather shall

          in troops with one accord,

     When kingdoms shall assembled be

          to serve the highest Lord.

23   My wonted strength and force he hath

          abated in the way,

     And he my days hath shortened:

24         Thus therefore did I say,

     My God, in mid-time of my days

          take thou me not away:

     From age to age eternally

          thy years endure and stay.

25   The firm foundation of the earth

          of old time thou hast laid;

     The heavens also are the work

          which thine own hands have made.

26   Thou shalt for evermore endure,

          but they shall perish all;

     Yea, ev’ry one of them wax old,

          like to a garment, shall:

     Thou, as a vesture, shalt them change,

          and they shall changed be:

27   But thou the same art, and thy years

          are to eternity.

28   The children of thy servants shall

          continually endure;

     And in thy sight, O Lord, their seed

          shall be establish’d sure.

Second Version (L.M.)

1    Lord, hear my pray’r, and let my cry

          Have speedy access unto thee;

2    In day of my calamity

          O hide not thou thy face from me.

     Hear when I call to thee; that day

          An answer speedily return:

3    My days, like smoke, consume away,

          And, as an hearth, my bones do burn.

4    My heart is wounded very sore,

          And withered, like grass doth fade:

     I am forgetful grown therefore

          To take and eat my daily bread.

5    By reason of my smart within,

          And voice of my most grievous groans,

     My flesh consumed is, my skin,

          All parch’d, doth cleave unto my bones.

6    The pelican of wilderness,

          The owl in desert, I do match;

7    And, sparrow-like, companionless,

          Upon the house’s top, I watch.

8    I all day long am made a scorn,

          Reproach’d by my malicious foes:

     The madmen are against me sworn,

          The men against me that arose.

9    For I have ashes eaten up,

          To me as if they had been bread;

     And with my drink I in my cup

          Of bitter tears a mixture made.

10    Because thy wrath was not appeas’d,

          And dreadful indignation:

     Therefore it was that thou me rais’d,

          And thou again didst cast me down.



11   My days are like a shade alway,

          Which doth declining swiftly pass;

     And I am withered away,

          Much like unto the fading grass.

12   But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure,

          From change and all mutation free,

     And to all generations sure

          Shall thy remembrance ever be.

13   Thou shalt arise, and mercy yet

          Thou to mount Sion shalt extend:

     Her time for favour which was set,

          Behold, is now come to an end.

14   Thy saints take pleasure in her stones,

          Her very dust to them is dear.

15   All heathen lands and kingly thrones

          On earth thy glorious name shall fear.

16   God in his glory shall appear,

          When Sion he builds and repairs.

17   He shall regard and lend his ear

          Unto the needy’s humble pray’rs:

     Th’ afflicted’s pray’r he will not scorn.

18        All times this shall be on record:

     And generations yet unborn

          Shall praise and magnify the Lord.

19   He from his holy place look’d down,

          The earth he view’d from heav’n on high;

20   To hear the pris’ner’s mourning groan,

          And free them that are doom’d to die;

21   That Sion, and Jerus’lem too,

          His name and praise may well record,

22   When people and the kingdoms do

          Assemble all to praise the Lord.

23   My strength he weaken’d in the way,

          My days of life he shortened.

24   My God, O take me not away

          In mid-time of my days, I said:

     Thy years throughout all ages last.

25        Of old thou hast established

     The earth’s foundation firm and fast:

          Thy mighty hands the heav’ns have made.

26   They perish shall, as garments do,

          But thou shalt evermore endure;

     As vestures, thou shalt change them so;

          And they shall all be changed sure:

27   But from all changes thou art free;

          Thy endless years do last for aye.

28   Thy servants, and their seed who be,

          Establish’d shall before thee stay.

Ekklesia Muskogee is a reformed baptist church that gathers for worship in Muskogee, Oklahoma. We confess the 1689 second London baptist confession of faith. We affirm the five solas of the Reformation as well as the doctrines of grace (otherwise known as the five points of Calvinism), and each of our pastors would not be ashamed to be called a Calvinist. We are a church led by elders, of which there is a plurality (also called pastors and overseers in the Scriptures). Our mission is to make disciples, love cities, and plant churches.