Salmi 102
Conferenza Episcopale Italiana
Preghiera nella sventura
102 Preghiera di un afflitto che è stanco
e sfoga dinanzi a Dio la sua angoscia.
2 Signore, ascolta la mia preghiera,
a te giunga il mio grido.
3 Non nascondermi il tuo volto;
nel giorno della mia angoscia
piega verso di me l'orecchio.
Quando ti invoco: presto, rispondimi.
4 Si dissolvono in fumo i miei giorni
e come brace ardono le mie ossa.
5 Il mio cuore abbattuto come erba inaridisce,
dimentico di mangiare il mio pane.
6 Per il lungo mio gemere
aderisce la mia pelle alle mie ossa.
7 Sono simile al pellicano del deserto,
sono come un gufo tra le rovine.
8 Veglio e gemo
come uccello solitario sopra un tetto.
9 Tutto il giorno mi insultano i miei nemici,
furenti imprecano contro il mio nome.
10 Di cenere mi nutro come di pane,
alla mia bevanda mescolo il pianto,
11 davanti alla tua collera e al tuo sdegno,
perché mi sollevi e mi scagli lontano.
12 I miei giorni sono come ombra che declina,
e io come erba inaridisco.
13 Ma tu, Signore, rimani in eterno,
il tuo ricordo per ogni generazione.
14 Tu sorgerai, avrai pietà di Sion,
perché è tempo di usarle misericordia:
l'ora è giunta.
15 Poiché ai tuoi servi sono care le sue pietre
e li muove a pietà la sua rovina.
16 I popoli temeranno il nome del Signore
e tutti i re della terra la tua gloria,
17 quando il Signore avrà ricostruito Sion
e sarà apparso in tutto il suo splendore.
18 Egli si volge alla preghiera del misero
e non disprezza la sua supplica.
19 Questo si scriva per la generazione futura
e un popolo nuovo darà lode al Signore.
20 Il Signore si è affacciato dall'alto del suo santuario,
dal cielo ha guardato la terra,
21 per ascoltare il gemito del prigioniero,
per liberare i condannati a morte;
22 perché sia annunziato in Sion il nome del Signore
e la sua lode in Gerusalemme,
23 quando si aduneranno insieme i popoli
e i regni per servire il Signore.
24 Ha fiaccato per via la mia forza,
ha abbreviato i miei giorni.
25 Io dico: Mio Dio,
non rapirmi a metà dei miei giorni;
i tuoi anni durano per ogni generazione.
26 In principio tu hai fondato la terra,
i cieli sono opera delle tue mani.
27 Essi periranno, ma tu rimani,
tutti si logorano come veste,
come un abito tu li muterai
ed essi passeranno.
28 Ma tu resti lo stesso
e i tuoi anni non hanno fine.
29 I figli dei tuoi servi avranno una dimora,
resterà salda davanti a te la loro discendenza.
Psalm 102
New Revised Standard Version, Anglicised Catholic 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.
2 Do not hide your face from me
on the day of my distress.
Incline your ear to me;
answer me speedily on the day when I call.
3 For my days pass away like smoke,
and my bones burn like a furnace.
4 My heart is stricken and withered like grass;
I am too wasted to eat my bread.
5 Because of my loud groaning
my bones cling to my skin.
6 I am like an owl of the wilderness,
like a little owl of the waste places.
7 I lie awake;
I am like a lonely bird on the housetop.
8 All day long my enemies taunt me;
those who deride me use my name for a curse.
9 For I eat ashes like bread,
and mingle tears with my drink,
10 because of your indignation and anger;
for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
11 My days are like an evening shadow;
I wither away like grass.
12 But you, O Lord, are enthroned for ever;
your name endures to all generations.
13 You will rise up and have compassion on Zion,
for it is time to favour it;
the appointed time has come.
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.
16 For the Lord will build up Zion;
he will appear in his glory.
17 He will regard the prayer of the destitute,
and will not despise their prayer.
18 Let this be recorded for a generation to come,
so that a people yet unborn may praise the Lord:
19 that he looked down from his holy height,
from heaven the Lord looked at the earth,
20 to hear the groans of the prisoners,
to set free those who were doomed to die;
21 so that the name of the Lord may be declared in Zion,
and his praise in Jerusalem,
22 when peoples gather together,
and kingdoms, to worship the Lord.
23 He has broken my strength in mid-course;
he has shortened my days.
24 ‘O my God,’ I say, ‘do not take me away
at the mid-point of my life,
you whose years endure
throughout all generations.’
25 Long ago you laid the foundation of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
26 They will perish, but you endure;
they will all wear out like a garment.
You change them like clothing, and they pass away;
27 but you are the same, and your years have no end.
28 The children of your servants shall live secure;
their offspring shall be established in your presence.
Psalm 102
The Voice
Psalm 102
A prayer of the weak and oppressed, when he turns his complaints to the Eternal.
1 Hear me, O Eternal One, hear my prayer!
Hear my lonely desperate cry for help.
2 Do not hide from me
when my days are filled with anguish;
Lend Your ear to my wailing,
and answer me quickly when I call.
3 For my days come and go, vanishing like smoke,
and my bones are charred like bricks of a hearth.
4 My heart is beaten down like grass withered and scorched in the summer heat;
I can’t even remember to eat.
5 My body is shaken by my groans;
my bones cling to my skin, holding on for dear life.
6 I am like a solitary owl in the wilderness;
I am a lost and lonely screech owl at home in the rubble.
7 I stare at the ceiling, awake in my bed;
I am alone, a defenseless sparrow perched on a roof.
8 All day long my enemies chide me;
those who mock me spit out my name as a curse.
9 For ashes have become my bread;
my tears fall into my drink
10 Because of the depth of Your wrath.
You have brought me up
and then hurled me aside.
11 My days go by like a long shadow—stretched thin and disappearing—
I shrivel up like grass baked in the hot sun.
12 But You, O Eternal One, remain forever,
and Your name endures to all generations.
13 You will rise up once again and remember Your love for Zion;
it is time to have mercy on Your city;
yes, it is the divinely appointed time.
14 Your faithful servants take pleasure in her every stone;
they even delight in the dust of her streets.
15 Days are coming when nations will tremble at the name of the Eternal;
all the rulers of the earth will bow down to Your glory.
16 For He will return to rebuild His city, Zion;
He will be seen in His splendor.
17 He will listen to the prayer of the impoverished
and welcome their prayers.
18 Let this record be kept for posterity
so that people not yet born may praise the Eternal.
19 Tell them that He looked down from holy heights, His heavenly sanctuary;
the Eternal looked down from heaven and closely watched the earth,
20 Hearing the prisoners’ groans—
releasing those awaiting execution—
21 That the name of the Eternal would resound in Zion,
and His praise would be proclaimed in Jerusalem
22 When the peoples gather
and the nations’ leaders assemble to worship the Eternal.
23 Along my way He has sapped my strength;
He has shortened my days here on earth.
24 I said, “O my True God, don’t take me away
in the middle of my life;
Unlike me, Your years continually unfold
throughout all generations.”
25 In the beginning, You laid the foundation of the earth
and set the skies above us with Your own hands.
26 But while they will someday pass away, You remain forever;
when they wear out like old clothes,
You will roll them up and change them into something new, and they will pass away.
27 But You are the same, You will never change;
Your years will never come to an end.[a]
28 The children of those who serve You will enjoy a good, long life;
their offspring will stand strong before You.
Footnotes
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