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Psalm 102:18-22

18-22Write this down for the next generation

so people not yet born will praise God:

"God looked out from his high holy place;

from heaven he surveyed the earth.

He listened to the groans of the doomed,

he opened the doors of their death cells."

Write it so the story can be told in Zion,

so God's praise will be sung in Jerusalem's streets

And wherever people gather together

along with their rulers to worship him.

23-28God sovereignly brought me to my knees,

he cut me down in my prime.

"Oh, don't," I prayed, "please don't let me die.

You have more years than you know what to do with!

You laid earth's foundations a long time ago,

and handcrafted the very heavens;

You'll still be around when they're long gone,

threadbare and discarded like an old suit of clothes.

You'll throw them away like a worn-out coat,

but year after year you're as good as new.

Your servants' children will have a good place to live

and their children will be at home with you."