I lie awake, lonely as a solitary bird on the roof.
My enemies taunt me day after day. They mock and curse me.
I eat ashes for food. My tears run down into my drink
because of your anger and wrath. For you have picked me up and thrown me out.
My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows. I am withering away like grass.
But you, O , will sit on your throne forever. Your fame will endure to every generation.
You will arise and have mercy on Jerusalem — and now is the time to pity her, now is the time you promised to help.
References for Psalms 102:13
For your people love every stone in her walls and cherish even the dust in her streets.
Then the nations will tremble before the . The kings of the earth will tremble before his glory.
For the will rebuild Jerusalem. He will appear in his glory.
He will listen to the prayers of the destitute. He will not reject their pleas.