Psalms 102:23
He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
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24I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: Thy years are throughout all generations.
10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: For thou hast taken me up, and cast me away.
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
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.
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.
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.
45The days of his youth hast thou shortened: Thou hast covered him with shame. {{Selah
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.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
3Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
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.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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 [
47Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
18And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.
10My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
7But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
8And thou hast laid fast hold on me, [which] is a witness [against me] : And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.
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.
9He hath walled up my ways with hewn stone; he hath made my paths crooked.
9Cast me not off in the time of old age; Forsake me not when my strength faileth.
13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
22As for me, I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: Nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications When I cried unto thee.
2Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
25Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good,
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
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.
10And I said, This is my infirmity; [But I will remember] the years of the right hand of the Most High.
2Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
16For God hath made my heart faint, And the Almighty hath terrified me;
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
6He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
24My knees are weak through fasting; And my flesh faileth of fatness.
9For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
10The days of our years are threescore years and ten, Or even by reason of strength fourscore years; Yet is their pride but labor and sorrow; For it is soon gone, and we fly away.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
2But as for me, my feet were almost gone; My steps had well nigh slipped.
27The fear of Jehovah prolongeth days; But the years of the wicked shall be shortened.
28My soul melteth for heaviness: Strengthen thou me according unto thy word.