Psalms 102:4
My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
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3 For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.
9 For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng,
10 because of thine indignation and wrath: for thou hast set me vp, and cast me downe.
11 My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
3 For 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.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
14 I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
22 Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
23 I passe away like a vading shadowe: and I am dryuen from place to place lyke the grashopper.
24 My knees are weake through fasting: my fleshe is dryed vp for want of fatnesse.
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
7 For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
12 I became cleane forgotten as a dead man out of minde: I became like a broken vessell.
24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
20 Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
16 He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18 I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
20 So that his lyfe may away with no bread, and his soule abhorreth to eate any dayntie meate:
21 In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
13 From 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.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
4 For thy hande is heauie vpon me day and night: and my moysture is like the drouth in sommer. Selah.
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
2 My soule hath a desire and a longing to enter into the courtes of God: my heart and my flesh leapeth with ioy for to go to the liuing Lorde.
3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
3 I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
23 he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
5 My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
7 The thinges that sometime I might not away withel, are nowe my meate for very sorowe.
12 For innumerable troubles are come about me, my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me that I am not able to loke vp: yea they are mo in number then the heeres of my head, & my heart hath fayled me.
11 All her people seeke their bread with heauinesse, and loke what precious thyng euery man hath, that geueth he for meate to saue his lyfe: Consider O Lorde, and see howe vile I am become.
6 I stretche foorth myne handes vnto thee: my soule as a thirstie lande gaspeth vnto thee. Selah.
12 Myne 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.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.