Psalm 102: 1-11 — RSV

1 A prayer of one afflicted, when he is faint and pours out his complaint before the LORD. Hear my prayer, O LORD; let my cry come to thee!

2 Do not hide thy face from me in the day of my distress! Incline thy 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 smitten like grass, and withered; I forget to eat my bread.

5 Because of my loud groaning my bones cleave to my flesh.

6 I am like a vulture of the wilderness, like an owl of the waste places;

7  I lie awake, I am like a lonely bird on the housetop.

8 All the day 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 thy indignation and anger; for thou hast taken me up and thrown me away.

11 My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
Emphasis mine. Notes from my NAB: “The psalmist, experiencing psychic and bodily disintegration, cries out to God.”

I came across this psalm while praying in the chapel last night. How very relevant it is right now. Which, of course, is probably why I found that passage. Thank You, God!

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