Psalms 102:4
My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
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3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
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.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
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.
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.
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
22 For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
23 I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
24 My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.
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.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
7 For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
20 See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
17 My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
18 And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
20 He has no desire for food, and his soul is turned away from delicate meat;
21 His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
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.
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.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
4 For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
2 The passion of my soul's desire is for the house of the Lord; my heart and my flesh are crying out for the living God.
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
3 I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
7 My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
12 For unnumbered evils are round about me; my sins have overtaken me, so that I am bent down with their weight; they are more than the hairs of my head, my strength is gone because of them.
11 Breathing out grief all her people are looking for bread; they have given their desired things for food to give them life: see, O Lord, and take note; for she has become a thing of shame.
6 My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)
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.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.