A Cry From the Dust
A prayer of one afflicted, when he grows faint and pours out his lament before our Father.
102 1 Hear my prayer, our Father; let my cry for help come to you. 2 Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me; on the day I call, answer me quickly.
3 For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace. 4 My heart is struck down and withered like grass; I even forget to eat my bread. 5 Because of my groaning, I am wasted to skin and bones. 6 I am like a desert owl of the wilderness, like an owl among the ruins. a a v6 The desert owl and the owl among the ruins were birds of forsaken, desolate places — vivid images of total loneliness and abandonment. 7 I lie awake; I have become like a lone sparrow on a rooftop. 8 All day long my enemies taunt me; those who rage against me use my name as a curse. 9 For I eat ashes like bread and mix my drink with tears, 10 because of your indignation and your wrath; for you lifted me up and cast me away. 11 My days are like a lengthening shadow, and I wither away like grass.
12 But you, our Father, are enthroned forever; your renown endures to all generations. 13 You will arise and have compassion on Zion, for it is time to show her favor; the appointed time has come. 14 For your servants take delight in her stones and show compassion for her dust. 15 The nations will fear the name of our Father, and all the kings of the earth will fear your glory. 16 For our Father will build up Zion; he will appear in his glory. 17 He will listen to the prayer of the destitute and will not despise their pleading.
18 Let this be written for a generation to come, so that a people yet to be created may praise our Father: 19 that he looked down from his holy height; from heaven our Father gazed upon the earth, 20 to hear the groaning of the prisoner, to set free those condemned to death, 21 so that the name of our Father may be declared in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem, 22 when peoples and kingdoms gather together to worship our Father.
23 He has broken my strength along the way; he has cut short my days. 24 So I said, "My Father, do not take me away in the middle of my life—you whose years endure through all generations." 25 Long ago you laid the foundations of the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands. b b v25 Hebrews 1:10-12 applies these words to Jesus — our Lord Jesus, the eternal Son through whom our Father made all things. 26 They will perish, but you will remain; they will all wear out like a garment. You will change them like clothing, and they will pass away. 27 But you are the same, and your years will never end. 28 The children of your servants will dwell secure, and their offspring will stand firm before you.