Tuesday in Season after Pentecost

PSALM

Psalm 102:1-17, Jeremiah 29:24-32, Ephesians 6:10-20

A prayer of one who is afflicted, when he grows faint and pours out his lament before the LORD. Hear my prayer, O LORD; let my cry for help come before You.

Do not hide Your face from me in my day of distress. Incline Your ear to me; answer me quickly when I call.

For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers.

My heart is afflicted, and withered like grass; I even forget to eat my bread.

Through my loud groaning my skin hangs on my bones.

I am like a desert owl, like an owl among the ruins.

I lie awake; I am like a lone bird on a housetop.

All day long my enemies taunt me; they ridicule me and curse me.

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

because of Your indignation and wrath, for You have picked me up and cast me aside.

My days are like lengthening shadows, and I wither away like grass.

But You, O LORD, sit enthroned forever; Your renown endures to all generations.

You will rise up and have compassion on Zion, for it is time to show her favor — the appointed time has come.

For Your servants delight in her stones and take pity on her dust.

So the nations will fear the name of the LORD, and all the kings of the earth will fear Your glory.

For the LORD will rebuild Zion; He has appeared in His glory.

He will turn toward the prayer of the destitute; He will not despise their prayer.