Psalms 102
Psalm 102 wears its purpose in its title: A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed, and poureth out his complaint before the LORD. It is the only psalm headed not by an author's name but by a condition - affliction - as if to say that this prayer belongs to anyone who has ever been overwhelmed. It is counted among the penitential psalms, the prayers the church has long returned to in seasons of grief, sickness, and loss. And it does not hurry to comfort. For eleven verses it simply lets the suffering speak, image after image, until the desolation is fully out in the open. Only then does it turn - and when it turns, it turns toward the one thing steady enough to bear the whole weight of a breaking life: the God who does not change.3
The prayer falls into two unequal halves joined by a hinge. The first half (vv. 1-11) is pure lament: my days are consumed like smoke… my heart is smitten, and withered like grass… I am like a pelican of the wilderness… my days are like a shadow that declineth. The man feels himself dissolving - burned from the inside, starved of appetite, alone as a single bird on a rooftop. Then comes the hinge, a single adversative that swings the whole psalm around: But thou, O LORD, shalt endure for ever; and thy remembrance unto all generations (v. 12). From there the prayer climbs - God will arise, and have mercy upon Zion (v. 13), He will regard the prayer of the destitute (v. 17), He looks down to hear the groaning of the prisoner; to loose those that are appointed to death (v. 20). The afflicted man has not escaped his affliction; he has set it beside something larger.
The psalm ends by reaching past Zion and past his own short life to the foundation of all things: Of old hast thou laid the foundation of the earth: and the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but thou shalt endure… But thou art the same, and thy years shall have no end (vv. 25-27). It is the boldest move in the whole prayer. The dying man fixes his eyes not on what is passing - for even the heavens are passing - but on the One who outlasts the cosmos itself. And the New Testament makes a startling use of these closing lines, taking the words the psalmist addressed to the eternal LORD and speaking them directly to the Son (Heb. 1:10-12). The unchanging Creator of verse 25 turns out to wear a human face - the same One who, in the days of His flesh, poured out His own strong crying and tears, and was heard.2
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Psalm 102:1-5 · A Prayer of the AfflictedMy Days Are Consumed Like Smoke
1Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come unto thee. 2Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline thine ear unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily. 3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. 4My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread. 5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
The psalm's title tells us who is speaking before he says a word: A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed, and poureth out his complaint before the LORD. Notice each piece. He is afflicted - pressed down by trouble. He is overwhelmed - the word pictures a person fainting, his strength gone out from under him, like someone wrapped in darkness who can no longer find his footing. And what he does in that state is the one right thing: he poureth out his complaint before the LORD. He does not bottle it, does not perform a composure he does not feel, does not wait until he has himself together. He empties the whole of it out in God's direction. So the opening cry is not polished; it is desperate: Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come unto thee. Hide not thy face from me. There is no doubt here that God exists or that He can hear; there is only the raw need for Him to listen now. This is what the Scriptures everywhere permit and even invite - that the worst of what we feel is not too much to bring, and that the place to bring it is straight to the face of God.
What follows is a catalogue of wasting, and it works from the inside out. My days are consumed like smoke - not slowly spent but vanishing, here and then gone, with nothing left to hold. My bones are burned as an hearth - the very frame of him feels scorched, as if a fire were smouldering where his strength used to be. My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread - grief has reached so deep that the ordinary business of eating drops away; he has no appetite left for living. My bones cleave to my skin - the body has thinned to its outline, suffering made visible. There is no self-pity in the way he says it and no exaggeration either; it is simply an honest inventory of what prolonged trouble does to a person, body and soul together. The Scriptures do not flinch from this. They give the sufferer words for the very experience - the hollowing, the burning, the loss of appetite for life itself - that we are often most tempted to keep silent about. To name it before God, as the psalmist does, is already to refuse to be alone in it.
Psalm 102:6-11Like a Sparrow Alone Upon the House Top
6I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert. 7I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top. 8Mine enemies reproach me all the day; and they that are mad against me are sworn against me. 9For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping, 10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down. 11My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
If the first lines showed suffering working through the body, these show what it does to a person's place among the living: it isolates. The psalmist reaches for three birds, and every one of them is a creature of loneliness. I am like a pelican of the wilderness - a water bird stranded where no water is, utterly out of its element. I am like an owl of the desert - a thing of ruins and waste places, awake in the dark when all else sleeps. I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top - the small social bird that is meant to flock, perched by itself on a rooftop, exposed and apart. This is the particular cruelty of deep affliction: it does not only hurt, it separates. The sufferer feels marked out, set off from the warmth of ordinary company, awake and watching while the world goes on without him. And the loneliness is not only felt but inflicted - mine enemies reproach me all the day - so that even his suffering becomes an occasion for others' scorn. The Scriptures give the lonely sufferer these images so that he might know, at the very least, that his condition has been seen, named, and prayed before - that even this has a place in the language God has given His people for talking to Him.
The lament reaches its lowest point in three images of a life emptied out. I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping - what should nourish him has turned to grief; ash is his food and tears are in his cup, so that even sustaining himself has become an act of mourning. Then he traces the trouble back to its hardest source: Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down. He does not pretend God is uninvolved. He believes that the hand which once raised him is the same hand he now feels casting him down - and he says so to God's face, which is itself a kind of faith, for he will only complain of God to God. Finally: My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass. A shadow that declineth is an evening shadow, lengthening and fading as the sun drops - the day nearly spent. Grass that is withered has lost its sap and colour, dried to brittleness. Both pictures say the same thing: he feels his life thinning toward its end. It is the very edge of despair - and it is precisely here, at the bottom of verse 11, that the psalm is about to turn.
Psalm 102:12-17But Thou, O LORD, Shalt Endure For Ever
12But thou, O LORD, shalt endure for ever; and thy remembrance unto all generations. 13Thou shalt arise, and have mercy upon Zion: for the time to favour her, yea, the set time, is come. 14For thy servants take pleasure in her stones, and favour the dust thereof. 15So the heathen shall fear the name of the LORD, and all the kings of the earth thy glory. 16When the LORD shall build up Zion, he shall appear in his glory. 17He will regard the prayer of the destitute, and not despise their prayer.
Everything pivots on the first two words of verse 12: But thou. For eleven verses the psalmist has measured his life and found it vanishing - smoke, ashes, a declining shadow, withered grass. Now, with a single adversative, he lifts his eyes off himself and onto God: But thou, O LORD, shalt endure for ever; and thy remembrance unto all generations. The contrast could not be sharper. His days are smoke; God's years have no end. His name will be forgotten; God's remembrance runs through every generation. And notice that this turn does not deny the suffering - verse 11 still stands, the grass is still withered - it simply sets the suffering beside something immeasurably larger and more durable. From this new vantage the prayer immediately grows outward. It moves from the man's private trouble to the future of God's whole people: Thou shalt arise, and have mercy upon Zion: for the time to favour her, yea, the set time, is come. There is an appointed hour for mercy - a set time - and the sufferer, even from the bottom, can be sure it is coming. The afflicted man has found the one footing solid enough to bear his whole weight: not his own dissolving strength, but the God who endures.
Psalm 102:18-24To Loose Those That Are Appointed to Death
18This shall be written for the generation to come: and the people which shall be created shall praise the LORD. 19For he hath looked down from the height of his sanctuary; from heaven did the LORD behold the earth; 20To hear the groaning of the prisoner; to loose those that are appointed to death; 21To declare the name of the LORD in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem; 22When the people are gathered together, and the kingdoms, to serve the LORD. 23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days. 24I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: thy years are throughout all generations.
Something remarkable happens in verse 18: the suffering man begins to think about people not yet born. This shall be written for the generation to come: and the people which shall be created shall praise the LORD. He is no longer only pouring out his own pain; he has caught a glimpse of the future, and he wants this recorded - the trouble and the turning both - so that a generation he will never meet, a people which shall be created, will read it and praise God. His private prayer has become an inheritance. And the reason it is worth preserving is given at once: he hath looked down from the height of his sanctuary; from heaven did the LORD behold the earth. The God who endures for ever is not a remote God; He looks down, He beholds, His attention reaches all the way from heaven to the earth. The afflicted man, who began by begging God not to hide His face, now testifies that God's face has in fact been turned toward the earth all along. What he could not feel in verses 1-11 he now confesses as true: the eternal One sees.
After the wide view of the nations and the generations to come, the prayer drops back, briefly, into the personal: He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days. I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days. He is a man who feels his life being cut short before its time - struck down in the way, mid-journey, his strength failing while the road still stretched ahead. So he asks, simply, not to be taken yet: take me not away in the midst of my days. But notice how he steadies that fragile request - he sets it immediately against the one thing that never fails: thy years are throughout all generations. Even his plea for more time leans on God's timelessness. It is as though he says: my days are few and may be cut shorter still, but Yours run on through every generation - and so my times are safe in hands that do not age. This is the posture the whole psalm has been teaching. The afflicted man does not master his fear of death by pretending it away; he masters it by anchoring his short, threatened life to the unending years of God.
Psalm 102:25-28Thou Art the Same, and Thy Years Shall Have No End
25Of old hast thou laid the foundation of the earth: and the heavens are the work of thy hands. 26They shall perish, but thou shalt endure: yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment; as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed: 27But thou art the same, and thy years shall have no end. 28The children of thy servants shall continue, and their seed shall be established before thee.
The psalm makes its final and boldest ascent. Having set his vanishing days against God's unending years, the psalmist now reaches all the way back to the beginning of everything: Of old hast thou laid the foundation of the earth: and the heavens are the work of thy hands. The earth has a foundation, and a Hand laid it; the heavens are not eternal givens but the work of that same Hand. And then comes the staggering reversal: the things we instinctively treat as permanent - the solid earth, the enduring sky - are in fact the things that pass. They shall perish, but thou shalt endure: yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment; as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed. Creation will age like a worn-out coat; it will be folded away and changed like a garment laid aside. The only fixed point in the whole picture is its Maker. This is the deepest comfort the psalm has to give the dying man. He had feared his own fading, but here he learns that fading is the common lot of all created things, even the heavens - and that there is One who stands outside it altogether. To pin one's hope to anything in the perishing creation is to pin it to a garment wearing out. To pin it to the Creator is to pin it to the only thing that does not wear out at all.
The psalm ends not on a sigh but on a promise, and it is a promise about the future: The children of thy servants shall continue, and their seed shall be established before thee. The man who began by mourning that his own days were being cut short closes by looking past himself to a continuance he will share in but not exhaust - the children of God's servants going on, generation after generation, established before the face of God. It is the perfect resolution to everything the psalm has wrestled with. His individual life is brief and may end at any moment; but he belongs to something that continues, a people held in being by the God whose years have no end. The smoke and the withered grass were never the whole story. Because God endures, His servants' line endures; because He is established, they are established before Him. The afflicted man who feared he was vanishing learns, at the last, that he is rooted in the only soil that lasts. His permanence is not in himself but in his unchanging God - and that is permanence enough.
Further study
- The Hebrew text of Psalm 102 with Rashi, Ibn Ezra, and other classical commentators side by side - useful for 'olam (v. 12, “for ever”), for the affliction language of the superscription and verse 23 (“he weakened my strength,” Heb. he afflicted), and for the imagery of the pelican and owl in verse 6.
- Psalm 102 ↔ Hebrews 1 · Hebrews 2 · Hebrews 5Intertextual BibleTraces the threads tying Psalm 102 to the rest of Scripture - above all the way the letter to the Hebrews lifts verses 25-27 and addresses them directly to the Son (Heb. 1:10-12), and the way the overwhelmed sufferer who is heard (vv. 1, 17) is answered in the One heard in His strong crying and tears (Heb. 5:7).
- Psalm 102 - Translators' NotesNET BibleThe NET Bible's detailed footnotes on Psalm 102 - the structure of the lament and its turn, the force of the superscription's “overwhelmed… poureth out his complaint,” and the textual note at verse 20 (“the children of death” behind “those that are appointed to death”).
Where this echoes in Scripture
My Days Are Consumed Like Smoke
- Hebrews 5:7in the days of his flesh... offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears... and was heard.The overwhelmed one who pours out his complaint (title, v. 1) answered in the One heard in His own strong crying.
- Psalm 6:6-7I am weary with my groaning... mine eye is consumed because of grief.The same body-deep wasting of grief that fills verses 3-5, given voice in another penitential psalm.
- Lamentations 3:19-20Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall. My soul hath them still in remembrance.Affliction poured out in full before any turn to hope - the same honesty as verses 1-5.
- Psalm 62:8pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us.The very practice named in the title - pouring out the complaint before the LORD.
Like a Sparrow Alone Upon the House Top
- Isaiah 40:6-8All flesh is grass... The grass withereth... but the word of our God shall stand for ever.The withered grass of verse 11 set against the God who stands for ever - the same contrast the psalm is about to make.
- Psalm 38:11My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.The isolating power of affliction behind the lonely birds of verses 6-7.
- Job 30:28-31I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls... my harp also is turned to mourning.The sufferer likened to the lonely creatures of the waste, as in verse 6.
- Psalm 42:3My tears have been my meat day and night.Grief turned even food and drink to mourning, as in verse 9.
But Thou, O LORD, Shalt Endure For Ever
- Luke 18:13-14God be merciful to me a sinner... this man went down to his house justified.The prayer of the destitute (v. 17) regarded and not despised - told as a parable by the One who came for such.
- Psalm 90:1-2from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.The same contrast as verse 12 - fleeting human life set against the everlasting God.
- Matthew 11:28Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.The God who does not despise the prayer of the destitute (v. 17) issuing the invitation in person.
- Isaiah 57:15I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit.The eternal One (v. 12) who nonetheless draws near to the lowly (v. 17).
To Loose Those That Are Appointed to Death
- Hebrews 2:14-15that through death he might destroy him that had the power of death... and deliver them who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.The loosing of those appointed to death (v. 20) accomplished by One who entered death to break its power.
- Luke 4:18to preach deliverance to the captives... to set at liberty them that are bruised.The God who looks down to loose the prisoner (v. 20) announcing that liberty in person.
- Psalm 79:11Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee; according to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to die.Nearly the same words as verse 20 - the groaning prisoner and the children of death brought before God.
- Psalm 31:15My times are in thy hand.The same anchor as verse 24 - a short and threatened life entrusted to the years of God.
Thou Art the Same, and Thy Years Shall Have No End
- Hebrews 1:10-12Thou, Lord, in the beginning hast laid the foundation of the earth... they shall perish; but thou remainest... thou art the same, and thy years shall not fail.Verses 25-27, spoken here to the eternal LORD, addressed directly to the Son.
- Hebrews 13:8Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.The unchanging One of verse 27 confessed by name - the same forever.
- Isaiah 51:6the heavens shall vanish away like smoke, and the earth shall wax old like a garment... but my salvation shall be for ever.The perishing creation and the enduring God of verses 26-27, in the prophet’s words.
- Malachi 3:6For I am the LORD, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.The unchanging God of verse 27, whose constancy is the reason His people are not consumed - as verse 28 promises.