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Psalm 102

New Living Translation NLT

1 LORD, hear my prayer! Listen to my plea!

2 Don’t turn away from me in my time of distress. Bend down to listen, and answer me quickly when I call to you.

3 For my days disappear like smoke, and my bones burn like red-hot coals.

4 My heart is sick, withered like grass, and I have lost my appetite.

5 Because of my groaning, I am reduced to skin and bones.

6 I am like an owl in the desert, like a little owl in a far-off wilderness.

7 I lie awake, lonely as a solitary bird on the roof.

8 My enemies taunt me day after day. They mock and curse me.

9 I eat ashes for food. My tears run down into my drink

10 because of your anger and wrath. For you have picked me up and thrown me out.

11 My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows. I am withering away like grass.

12 But you, O LORD, will sit on your throne forever. Your fame will endure to every generation.

13 You will arise and have mercy on Jerusalem — and now is the time to pity her, now is the time you promised to help.

14 For your people love every stone in her walls and cherish even the dust in her streets.

15 Then the nations will tremble before the LORD . The kings of the earth will tremble before his glory.

16 For the LORD will rebuild Jerusalem. He will appear in his glory.

17 He will listen to the prayers of the destitute. He will not reject their pleas.

18 Let this be recorded for future generations, so that a people not yet born will praise the LORD .

19 Tell them the LORD looked down from his heavenly sanctuary. He looked down to earth from heaven

20 to hear the groans of the prisoners, to release those condemned to die.

21 And so the LORD ’s fame will be celebrated in Zion, his praises in Jerusalem,

22 when multitudes gather together and kingdoms come to worship the LORD .

23 He broke my strength in midlife, cutting short my days.

24 But I cried to him, “O my God, who lives forever, don’t take my life while I am so young!

25 Long ago you laid the foundation of the earth and made the heavens with your hands.

26 They will perish, but you remain forever; they will wear out like old clothing. You will change them like a garment and discard them.

27 But you are always the same; you will live forever.

28 The children of your people will live in security. Their children’s children will thrive in your presence.”

The Message Bible MSG

1 God, listen! Listen to my prayer, listen to the pain in my cries.

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!

3 I'm wasting away to nothing, I'm burning up with fever.

4 I'm a ghost of my former self, half-consumed already by terminal illness.

5 My jaws ache from gritting my teeth; I'm nothing but skin and bones.

6 I'm like a buzzard in the desert, a crow perched on the rubble.

7 Insomniac, I twitter away, mournful as a sparrow in the gutter.

8 All day long my enemies taunt me, while others just curse.

9 They bring in meals - casseroles of ashes! I draw drink from a barrel of my tears.

10 And all because of your furious anger; you swept me up and threw me out.

11 There's nothing left of me - a withered weed, swept clean from the path.

12 Yet you, God, are sovereign still, always and ever sovereign.

13 You'll get up from your throne and help Zion - it's time for compassionate help.

14 Oh, how your servants love this city's rubble and weep with compassion over its dust!

15 The godless nations will sit up and take notice - see your glory, worship your name -

16 When God rebuilds Zion, when he shows up in all his glory,

17 When he attends to the prayer of the wretched. He won't dismiss their prayer.

18 Write this down for the next generation so people not yet born will praise God:

19 "God looked out from his high holy place; from heaven he surveyed the earth.

20 He listened to the groans of the doomed, he opened the doors of their death cells."

21 Write it so the story can be told in Zion, so God's praise will be sung in Jerusalem's streets

22 And wherever people gather together along with their rulers to worship him.

23 God sovereignly brought me to my knees, he cut me down in my prime.

24 "Oh, don't," I prayed, "please don't let me die. You have more years than you know what to do with!

25 You laid earth's foundations a long time ago, and handcrafted the very heavens;

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,

27 but year after year you're as good as new.

28 Your servants' children will have a good place to live and their children will be at home with you."