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The Message

Psalm 71 The Message (MSG)

1-3. I run for dear life to God,I’ll never live to regret it.Do what you do so well:get me out of this mess and up on my feet.Put your ear to the ground and listen,give me space for salvation.Be a guest room where I can retreat;you said your door was always open!You’re my salvation—my vast, granite fortress.

4-7. My God, free me from the grip of Wicked,from the clutch of Bad and Bully.You keep me going when times are tough—my bedrock, God, since my childhood.I’ve hung on you from the day of my birth,the day you took me from the cradle;I’ll never run out of praise.Many gasp in alarm when they see me,but you take me in stride.

8-11. Just as each day brims with your beauty,my mouth brims with praise.But don’t turn me out to pasture when I’m oldor put me on the shelf when I can’t pull my weight.My enemies are talking behind my back,watching for their chance to knife me.The gossip is: “God has abandoned him.Pounce on him now; no one will help him.”

12-16. God, don’t just watch from the sidelines.Come on! Run to my side!My accusers—make them lose face.Those out to get me—make them lookLike idiots, while I stretch out, reaching for you,and daily add praise to praise.I’ll write the book on your righteousness,talk up your salvation the livelong day,never run out of good things to write or say.I come in the power of the Lord God,I post signs marking his right-of-way.

17-24. You got me when I was an unformed youth,God, and taught me everything I know.Now I’m telling the world your wonders;I’ll keep at it until I’m old and gray.God, don’t walk off and leave meuntil I get out the newsOf your strong right arm to this world,news of your power to the world yet to come,Your famous and righteousways, O God.God, you’ve done it all!Who is quite like you?You, who made me stare trouble in the face,Turn me around;Now let me look life in the face.I’ve been to the bottom;Bring me up, streaming with honors;turn to me, be tender to me,And I’ll take up the lute and thank youto the tune of your faithfulness, God.I’ll make music for you on a harp,Holy One of Israel.When I open up in song to you,I let out lungsful of praise,my rescued life a song.All day long I’m chantingabout you and your righteous ways,While those who tried to do me inslink off looking ashamed.