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Psalm 102

Prayer to the Eternal King for Help

A prayer of one afflicted, when faint and pleading before the L ord.

1

Hear my prayer, O L ord;

let my cry come to you.

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.

 

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 L ord, are enthroned forever;

your name endures to all generations.

13

You will rise up and have compassion on Zion,

for it is time to favor 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 L ord,

and all the kings of the earth your glory.

16

For the L ord 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 L ord:

19

that he looked down from his holy height,

from heaven the L ord 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 L ord may be declared in Zion,

and his praise in Jerusalem,

22

when peoples gather together,

and kingdoms, to worship the L ord.

 

23

He has broken my strength in midcourse;

he has shortened my days.

24

“O my God,” I say, “do not take me away

at the midpoint 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.


3 For my days are consumed like smoke These expressions are hyperbolical, but still they show how deeply the desolation of the Church ought to wound the hearts of the people of God. Let every man, therefore, carefully examine himself on this head. If we do not prefer the Church to all the other objects of our solicitude, we are unworthy of being accounted among her members. Whenever we meet with such forms of expression as these, let us remember that they reproach our slothfulness in not being affected with the afflictions of the Church as we ought. The Psalmist compares his days to smoke, and his bones to the stones of the hearth, which, in the course of time, are consumed by the fire. By bones he means the strength of man. And, were not men devoid of feeling, such a melancholy spectacle of the wrath of God would assuredly have the effect of drying up their bones, and wasting away their whole rigor.


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