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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3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
4 My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
23 I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
24 I will say, O my God, take me not away before my time; your years go on through all generations:
15 As for man, his days are as grass: his beautiful growth is like the flower of the field.
4 Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
10 Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.
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6 In the morning it is green; in the evening it is cut down, and becomes dry.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
12 My 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.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
10 My 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.
2 For they will quickly be cut down like grass, and become dry like the green plants.
7 The grass becomes dry, the flower is dead; because the breath of the Lord goes over it: truly the people is grass.
8 The grass is dry, the flower is dead; but the word of our God is eternal.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
14 I 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.
15 My 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.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
2 He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.
6 Let them be like the grass on the house-tops, which is dry before it comes to full growth.
12 When it is still green, without being cut down, it becomes dry and dead before any other plant.
10 I 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.
3 The 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.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
11 For 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.
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
18 And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
10 I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
15 Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
5 You 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.)
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
9 For all our days have gone by in your wrath; our years come to an end like a breath.
24 For 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:
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
25 My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.
27 This 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.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
4 I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
13 From 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.
19 My root will be open to the waters, and the night mist will be on my branches,