Psalms 102:11
My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
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3My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
4My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
23I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
23He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
24I will say, O my God, take me not away before my time; your years go on through all generations:
15As for man, his days are as grass: his beautiful growth is like the flower of the field.
4Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
9I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
10Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.
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6In the morning it is green; in the evening it is cut down, and becomes dry.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
12My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
13I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
10My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
2For they will quickly be cut down like grass, and become dry like the green plants.
7The grass becomes dry, the flower is dead; because the breath of the Lord goes over it: truly the people is grass.
8The grass is dry, the flower is dead; but the word of our God is eternal.
6My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
14I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
15My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
2He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.
6Let them be like the grass on the house-tops, which is dry before it comes to full growth.
12When it is still green, without being cut down, it becomes dry and dead before any other plant.
10I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
3The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
11For when the sun comes up with its burning heat, the grass gets dry and the grace of its form is gone with the falling flower; so the man of wealth comes to nothing in his ways.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
18And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
10I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
15Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
4Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
5You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
12I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
9For all our days have gone by in your wrath; our years come to an end like a breath.
24For it is said, All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of the grass. The grass becomes dry and the flower dead:
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
25My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.
27This is why their townsmen had no power, they were broken and put to shame; they were like the grass of the field, or a green plant; like the grass on the house-tops, which a cold wind makes waste.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
4I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
13From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
19My root will be open to the waters, and the night mist will be on my branches,