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Psalm 102 MSG/NIV - Online Parallel Bible

 
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1 God, listen! Listen to my prayer, listen to the pain in my cries. 1 Hear my prayer, O LORD; let my cry for help come to you.
2 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! 2 Do not hide your face from me when I am in distress. Turn your ear to me; when I call, answer me quickly.
3 I'm wasting away to nothing, I'm burning up with fever. 3 For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers.
4 I'm a ghost of my former self, half-consumed already by terminal illness. 4 My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat my food.
5 My jaws ache from gritting my teeth; I'm nothing but skin and bones. 5 Because of my loud groaning I am reduced to skin and bones.
6 I'm like a buzzard in the desert, a crow perched on the rubble. 6 I am like a desert owl, like an owl among the ruins.
7 Insomniac, I twitter away, mournful as a sparrow in the gutter. 7 I lie awake; I have become like a bird alone on a roof.
8 All day long my enemies taunt me, while others just curse. 8 All day long my enemies taunt me; those who rail against me use my name as a curse.
9 They bring in meals - casseroles of ashes! I draw drink from a barrel of my tears. 9 For I eat ashes as my food and mingle my drink with tears
10 And all because of your furious anger; you swept me up and threw me out. 10 because of your great wrath, for you have taken me up and thrown me aside.
11 There's nothing left of me - a withered weed, swept clean from the path. 11 My days are like the evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
12 Yet you, God, are sovereign still, always and ever sovereign. 12 But you, O LORD, sit enthroned forever; your renown endures through all generations.
13 You'll get up from your throne and help Zion - it's time for compassionate help. 13 You will arise and have compassion on Zion, for it is time to show favor to her; the appointed time has come.
14 Oh, how your servants love this city's rubble and weep with compassion over its dust! 14 For her stones are dear to your servants; her very dust moves them to pity.
15 The godless nations will sit up and take notice - see your glory, worship your name - 15 The nations will fear the name of the LORD, all the kings of the earth will revere your glory.
16 When God rebuilds Zion, when he shows up in all his glory, 16 For the LORD will rebuild Zion and appear in his glory.
17 When he attends to the prayer of the wretched. He won't dismiss their prayer. 17 He will respond to the prayer of the destitute; he will not despise their plea.
18 Write this down for the next generation so people not yet born will praise God: 18 Let this be written for a future generation, that a people not yet created may praise the LORD:
19 "God looked out from his high holy place; from heaven he surveyed the earth. 19 "The LORD looked down from his sanctuary on high, from heaven he viewed the earth,
20 He listened to the groans of the doomed, he opened the doors of their death cells." 20 to hear the groans of the prisoners and release those condemned to death."
21 Write it so the story can be told in Zion, so God's praise will be sung in Jerusalem's streets 21 So the name of the LORD will be declared in Zion and his praise in Jerusalem
22 And wherever people gather together along with their rulers to worship him. 22 when the peoples and the kingdoms assemble to worship the LORD.
23 God sovereignly brought me to my knees, he cut me down in my prime. 23 In the course of my life he broke my strength; he cut short my days.
24 "Oh, don't," I prayed, "please don't let me die. You have more years than you know what to do with! 24 So I said: "Do not take me away, O my God, in the midst of my days; your years go on through all generations.
25 You laid earth's foundations a long time ago, and handcrafted the very heavens; 25 In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands.
26 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, 26 They will perish, but you remain; they will all wear out like a garment. Like clothing you will change them and they will be discarded.
27 but year after year you're as good as new. 27 But you remain the same, and your years will never end.
28 Your servants' children will have a good place to live and their children will be at home with you." 28 The children of your servants will live in your presence; their descendants will be established before you."