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[a]Lord, give heed to my prayer;
    let my plea for help reach you.
Do not conceal your face[b] from my sight
    in the time of my distress.
Incline your ear to me;
    on the day when I call out to you, answer me speedily.
For my days are fading away like smoke,
    and my bones are burning like live coals.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 102:2 One day, possibly during a grave sickness, the psalmist reaches the bitter conclusion of the inconsistency of human life. And the supreme outrage is that all who see him attribute his sad state to punishment sent by God, for his prayer and repentance receive no answer. The poor man experiences the depths of anguish where everything is falling apart; he can do nothing except cry out to God.
  2. Psalm 102:3 Conceal your face: see note on Ps 13:2.