3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
3 For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers.
3 For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
3 I'm wasting away to nothing, I'm burning up with fever.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned like a hearth.
3 For my days disappear like smoke, and my bones burn like red-hot coals.
Matthew Henry's Commentary on Psalm 102:3
Commentary on Psalm 102:1-11
(Read Psalm 102:1-11)
The whole word of God is of use to direct us in prayer; but here, is often elsewhere, the Holy Ghost has put words into our mouths. Here is a prayer put into the hands of the afflicted; let them present it to God. Even good men may be almost overwhelmed with afflictions. It is our duty and interest to pray; and it is comfort to an afflicted spirit to unburden itself, by a humble representation of its griefs. We must say, Blessed be the name of the Lord, who both gives and takes away. The psalmist looked upon himself as a dying man; My days are like a shadow.