Psalms 102:11
My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
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3 For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande.
4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
23 My knees are weake thorow fastinge, my flesh is dried vp for want of fatnesse.
23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
24 Yet wil I saye: O my God, take me not awaye in ye myddest of myne age: as for thy yeares, they endure thorow out all generacions.
15 That a man in his tyme is but as is grasse, & florisheth as a floure of the felde.
4 Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
9 I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
10 And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
5 As soone as thou scatrest them, they are euen as a slepe, and fade awaye sodenly like the grasse.
6 In the mornynge it is grene and groweth vp, but in the euenynge it is cutt downe and wythered.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
12 Myne age is folden vp together and taken awaye fro me, like a sheperdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, like as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyl I was yet takinge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one daie.
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
10 Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
2 For they shall soone be cut downe like ye grasse, & be wythered euen as ye grene herbe.
7 When the grasse is wytthered, the floure falleth awaye. Euen so is the people as grasse, when the breath of the LORDE bloweth vpon them.
8 Neuerthelesse whether the grasse wyther, or the floure fade awaye: Yet the worde of oure God endureth for euer. Morouer the voyce cried thus:
6 my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
2 He cometh vp, and falleth awaye like a floure. He flyeth as it were a shadowe, and neuer continueth in one state.
6 Let the be eue as the haye vpon the house toppes, which wythereth afore it be pluckte vp.
12 No: but (or euer it be shot forth, and or euer it be gathered) it wythereth, before eny other herbe.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
11 The Sonne ryseth wt heat and the grasse wydereth, & his floure falleth awaye, and the beautie of the fassion of it perissheth: euen so shal the ryche man perisshe with his abundaunce.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
10 He hath destroyed me on euery syde, and I am vndone: My hope hath he taken awaye fro me, as it were a tre plucte vp by the rote.
15 Fearfulnesse is turned agaynst me. Myne honoure vanisheth awaye more swiftly then wynde, & my prosperite departeth hece like as it were a cloude.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
4 My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
12 My stregth fayleth me because of my aduersite, and my bones are corrupte.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
9 For when thou art angrie, all or dayes are gone, we brynge or yeares to an ende, as it were a tayle that is tolde.
24 For all flesh is as grasse, and all the glory of man is as the floure of grasse. The grasse withereth, & the floure falleth awaye
16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
25 My dayes haue bene more swifte, then a runner: they are gone sodenly, and haue sene no good thinge.
27 For their inhabitours shalbe like lame men, brought in feare & confounded. They shalbe like the grasse & grene herbes in the felde, like the hay vpo house toppes, that wythereth, afore it be growne vp.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
4 Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
19 For my rote was spred out by the waters syde, & the dew laye vpo my corne.