Psalms 102:23
he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
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24But I say, O my God take me not away in the middest of myne age: as for thy yeres, they endure throughout all generations.
10because of thine indignation and wrath: for thou hast set me vp, and cast me downe.
11My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
10I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
12Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.
13I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
45Thou hast shortened the dayes of his youth: and thou hast couered him with shame. Selah.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
3Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
11My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
3For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.
4My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
20Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
4O God make me to knowe mine ende, and the number of my dayes: that I may be certified howe long I haue to lyue.
5Behold thou hast made my dayes as it were an hand breadth long, & mine age is euen as nothing before thee: truely euery man is al together vanitie. Selah.
47Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
18I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
10My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
7But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
8And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
9Cast me not away in the tyme of age: forsake me not when my strength fayleth me.
13Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
22And when I fled with al haste, I said I am cast out of the sight of thine eyes: neuerthelesse, thou heardest the voyce of my prayer when I cryed vnto thee.
2For wherto might the strength of their handes haue serued me? for the time was but lost among them.
7Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
25My dayes are more swyft then a runner, they are gone & haue seene no good thing.
1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
11For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
10And I sayde, this is my death: but the ryght hande of the most hyghest may graunt me yeres.
2Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
6My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.
16For God maketh my heart softe, and the almightie putteth me in feare.
17Because I am not cut of before the darkenesse, neither hath he couered the cloude fro my face.
6He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
24My knees are weake through fasting: my fleshe is dryed vp for want of fatnesse.
9For all our dayes do passe in thine anger: we spende our yeres as in speaking a worde.
10The dayes of our yeres be in all threescore yeres and tenne, and yf through strength of nature men come to foure score yeres: yet is their iolitie but labour and care, yea moreouer it passeth in haste from vs, and we flee from it.
9He hath spoyled me of myne honour, and taken the crowne away from my head.
2Neuerthelesse, my feete were almost gone from me: my steppes had almost slypt.
27The feare of the Lorde maketh a long lyfe: but the yeres of the vngodly shalbe shortened.
28My soule melteth away for very heauinesse: comfort thou me accordyng to thy worde.