Psalms 102:11
My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
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3For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
4My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
23I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
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.
15As for man, his days are as grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
4Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,
10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: For thou hast taken me up, and cast me away.
5Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
6In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
2For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, And wither as the green herb.
7The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the breath of Jehovah bloweth upon it; surely the people is grass.
8The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand forever.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
14I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
2He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
6Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, Which withereth before it groweth up;
12Whilst it is yet in its greenness, [and] not cut down, It withereth before any [other] herb.
10I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
11For the sun ariseth with the scorching wind, and withereth the grass: and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich man fade away in his goings.
10My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
18And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.
10He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
15Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
4Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.
5Behold, thou hast made my days [as] handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. {{Selah [
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
9For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
24For, All flesh is as grass, And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower falleth:
16My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
25Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good,
27Therefore their inhabitants were of small power, they were dismayed and confounded; they were as the grass of the field, and as the green herb, as the grass on the housetops, and as a field [of grain] before it is grown up.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
4I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit; I am as a man that hath no help,
13From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
19My root is spread out to the waters, And the dew lieth all night upon my branch;