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Psalm 102 (5:00)

by Jason Silver (played 9 times)


Have you ever had a bad day? Who hasn't, right?

The writer of this Psalm was certainly having a bad day! He lists the many things going wrong in his life: his stricken heart, his burning bones, too wasted to even eat, groaning, thin, alone, can't sleep, and all the time taunted by his enemies.

I feel for this poor guy, but I actually relate. I've had days like this myself, and the despair is immobilizing.

But as he speaks, he turns things around so that instead of focusing on his own pains and distress, he begins focus on God. He says, God, you're enthroned forever. Your name endures, you will rise up and have compassion. He recognizes Gods faithfulness and justice, and asks for God to intercede now.

I invite you to do the same; don't stop in your despair, but turn your heart to God, and acknowledge what you know to be true and right about God.

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Hear my prayer, O Lord;
Let my cry come to you.
Do not hide your face from me
On the day of my distress.

Incline your ear to me;
Answer quickly when I call.
For my days pass away like smoke,
And my bones burn like a furnace.

My heart is stricken and withered like grass;
And I forget to eat.
Because of the loudness of my groans
My bones cling to my skin.
I'm like an owl in the wilderness,
A screech owl in the ruins.
I lie awake; like a lonely bird–
A bird upon the roof.

All day long my enemies taunt me;
Those who mock me, use my name for a curse.

Ashes are my food,
I mingle tears with my drink,
'Cause of your anger; for you have
Lifted me up and cast me down.

My days come to an end;
Withering away like grass.
But you, O Lord, enthroned for ever;
Your name to all generations.

You'll rise up and have compassion on Zion,
Appointed time has come.
Your servants pleasure in its stones,
Have pity on its dust.
The nations will fear the name of God,
The kings of earth your glory.
The Lord will build up Zion; He'll
Appear in his splendour.

He'll regard the prayer of the destitute,
And will not despise their prayer.


Written, let this be
For generations yet to come,
So that a people yet unborn, so that they may praise the Lord:
That he looked down from heaven
The Lord looked down at the earth,
To hear the groans of prisoners,
To set free those doomed to die;

So his name may be declared in Zion,
His praise in Jerusalem,
When peoples, kingdoms gather and,
Together worship God.

In midlife he has broken all my strength;
He's shortened all my days.
‘My God,’ I say, ‘do not take me away
‘at half-way through my life.’

Long ago you laid the foundation
And the heavens are the work of your hands.
They will perish, but you will endure;
They will all wear out like a garment.
Like a robe, you shall change them
They shall pass away, but you are the same,
Your years have no end.

The children of your servants
Shall live secure;
Their offspring shall be established in your presence.