Psalm 102
New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition
Psalm 102
Prayer to the Eternal King for Help
A prayer of one afflicted, when faint and pleading before the Lord.
1 Hear my prayer, O Lord;
let my cry come to you.(A)
2 Do not hide your face from me
in the day of my distress.
Incline your ear to me;
answer me speedily in the day when I call.(B)
3 For my days pass away like smoke,
and my bones burn like a furnace.(C)
4 My heart is stricken and withered like grass;
I am too wasted to eat my bread.(D)
5 Because of my loud groaning,
my bones cling to my skin.(E)
6 I am like a desert owl[a] of the wilderness,
like a little owl of the waste places.(F)
7 I lie awake;
I am like a lonely bird on the housetop.(G)
8 All day long my enemies taunt me;
those who deride me use my name for a curse.(H)
9 Indeed, I eat ashes like bread
and mingle tears with my drink,(I)
10 because of your indignation and anger,
for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
11 My days are like a lengthening shadow;
I wither away like grass.(J)
12 But you, O Lord, are enthroned forever;
your name endures to all generations.(K)
13 You will rise up and have compassion on Zion,
for it is time to favor it;
the appointed time has come.(L)
14 For your servants hold its stones dear
and have pity on its dust.
15 The nations will fear the name of the Lord
and all the kings of the earth your glory.(M)
16 For the Lord will build up Zion;
he will appear in his glory.(N)
17 He will regard the prayer of the destitute
and will not despise their prayer.(O)
18 Let this be recorded for a generation to come,
so that a people yet unborn may praise the Lord:(P)
19 that he looked down from his holy height,
from heaven the Lord looked at the earth,(Q)
20 to hear the groans of the prisoners,
to set free those who were doomed to die,(R)
21 so that the name of the Lord may be declared in Zion
and his praise in Jerusalem,(S)
22 when peoples gather together,
and kingdoms, to serve the Lord.(T)
23 He has broken my strength in midcourse;
he has shortened my days.(U)
24 “O my God,” I say, “do not take me away
at the midpoint of my life,
you whose years endure
throughout all generations.”(V)
25 Long ago you laid the foundation of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.(W)
26 They will perish, but you endure;
they will all wear out like a garment.
You change them like clothing, and they pass away,(X)
27 but you are the same, and your years have no end.(Y)
28 The children of your servants shall live secure;
their offspring shall be established in your presence.(Z)
Footnotes
- 102.6 Meaning of Heb uncertain
Psalm 102
The Message
102 1-2 God, listen! Listen to my prayer,
listen to the pain in my cries.
Don’t turn your back on me
just when I need you so desperately.
Pay attention! This is a cry for help!
And hurry—this can’t wait!
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.
12-17 Yet you, God, are sovereign still,
always and ever sovereign.
You’ll get up from your throne and help Zion—
it’s time for compassionate help.
Oh, how your servants love this city’s rubble
and weep with compassion over its dust!
The godless nations will sit up and take notice
—see your glory, worship your name—
When God rebuilds Zion,
when he shows up in all his glory,
When he attends to the prayer of the wretched.
He won’t dismiss their prayer.
18-22 Write 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.
23-28 God 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.”
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