Psalms 102:3
My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
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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.
8My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
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.
11My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
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.
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.
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.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
30My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
2Let not your face be veiled from me in the day of my trouble; give ear to me, and let my cry be answered quickly.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
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:
16By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
83For I have become like a wine-skin black with smoke; but I still keep the memory of your rules.
21His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
3When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
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.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
28Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
14As fire burning a wood, and as a flame causing fire on the mountains,
10No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
12It would be a fire burning even to destruction, and taking away all my produce.
12I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
5My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
6My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
18For evil was burning like a fire; the blackberries and thorns were burned up; the thick woods took fire, rolling up in dark clouds of smoke.
3My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,
7Be quick in answering me, O Lord, for the strength of my spirit is gone: let me see your face, so that I may not be like those who go down into the underworld.
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.
46How long, O Lord, will you Keep yourself for ever from our eyes? how long will your wrath be burning like fire?
7Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough.
2Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
19O Lord, my cry goes up to you: for fire has put an end to the grass-lands of the waste, and all the trees of the field are burned with its flame.
17Under the burning sun they are cut off, and come to nothing because of the heat.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
7My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
20Saying, Truly, their substance is cut off, and their wealth is food for the fire.