Font Size
Psalm 102:9-11
The Message
Psalm 102:9-11
The Message
3-11 I’m wasting away to nothing,
I’m burning up with fever.
I’m a ghost of my former self,
half-consumed already by terminal illness.
My jaws ache from gritting my teeth;
I’m nothing but skin and bones.
I’m like a buzzard in the desert,
a crow perched on the rubble.
Insomniac, I twitter away,
mournful as a sparrow in the gutter.
All day long my enemies taunt me,
while others just curse.
They bring in meals—casseroles of ashes!
I draw drink from a barrel of my tears.
And all because of your furious anger;
you swept me up and threw me out.
There’s nothing left of me—
a withered weed, swept clean from the path.
The Message (MSG)
Copyright © 1993, 2002, 2018 by Eugene H. Peterson
Bible Gateway Recommends
The Message Thinline, Large Print (LeatherLike, Desert Night Black), LeatherLike, Desert Night Black
Retail: $44.99
Our Price: $36.99
Save: $8.00 (18%)
The Message Canvas Bible: Coloring and Journaling the Story of God, Spring Palette
Retail: $39.99
Our Price: $32.99
Save: $7.00 (18%)