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