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