Psalms 102:23
He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
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24I will say, O my God, take me not away before my time; your years go on through all generations:
10Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.
11My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
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.
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.
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.
45You have made him old before his time; he is covered with shame. (Selah.)
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.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
3Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
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.
20Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
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.)
47See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
18And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
7But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
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.
9He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
9Do not give me up when I am old; be my help even when my strength is gone.
13Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
22And as for me, I said in my fear, I am cut off from before your eyes; but you gave ear to the voice of my prayer, when my cry went up to you.
2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
25My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
10No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
11Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?
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.
10And I said, It is a weight on my spirit; but I will keep in mind the years of the right hand of the Most High.
2Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
6My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
16For God has made my heart feeble, and my mind is troubled before the Ruler of all.
17For I am overcome by the dark, and by the black night which is covering my face.
6He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
24My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.
9For all our days have gone by in your wrath; our years come to an end like a breath.
10The measure of our life is seventy years; and if through strength it may be eighty years, its pride is only trouble and sorrow, for it comes to an end and we are quickly gone.
9He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
2But as for me, my feet had almost gone from under me; I was near to slipping;
27The fear of the Lord gives long life, but the years of the evil-doer will be cut short.
28My soul is wasted with sorrow; give me strength again in keeping with your word