GROANS FROM OUR BONES
Hear my prayer, O Lord; let my cry come to you!
Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress! Incline your
ear to me; answer me speedily in the day when I call! Because of my loud
groaning my bones cling to my flesh. I am like a desert owl of the
wilderness, like an owl of the waste places; I lie awake; I am like a
lonely sparrow on the housetop. All the day my enemies taunt me; those
who deride me use my name for a curse. Let this be recorded for a
generation to come, so that a people yet to be created may praise the
Lord: that he looked down from his holy height; from heaven the Lord
looked at the earth, to hear the groans of the prisoners, to set free
those who were doomed to die, that they may declare in Zion the name of
the Lord, and in Jerusalem his praise, when peoples gather together, and
kingdoms, to worship the Lord.
Psalm 102:1-2, 5-8, 18-22 ESV
¶The
groanings of this psalm distill our own life's sufferings. The psalm
exquisitely expresses and intensifies the anguish we feel in this life.
Yet it is given, it is intended, to acknowledge and preserve for the
generations our lot in life, our share in the sufferings of this world,
our place in God's creation, and eventually, somehow, to lead us
together to worship the Lord. The psalmist moves from a lonely and
deserted place to a festal gathering before the Lord. Wait for it. Be
ready. Know God's word. Love His people.
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