Psalms 102:11
My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
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3For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
4Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
23I depart like the shadowe that declineth, and am shaken off as the grashopper.
23He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
24And I sayd, O my God, take me not away in the middes of my dayes: thy yeeres endure from generation to generation.
15The dayes of man are as grasse: as a flowre of the fielde, so florisheth he.
4Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
9Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,
10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast heaued me vp, and cast me downe.
5Thou hast ouerflowed them: they are as a sleepe: in the morning he groweth like the grasse:
6In the morning it florisheth and groweth, but in the euening it is cut downe and withereth.
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
12Mine habitation is departed, and is remoued from me, like a shepheards tent: I haue cut off like a weauer my life: he will cut me off from the height: from day to night, thou wilt make an ende of me.
13I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
2For they shall soone bee cut downe like grasse, and shall wither as the greene herbe.
7The grasse withereth, the floure fadeth, because the Spirite of the Lorde bloweth vpon it: surely the people is grasse.
8The grasse withereth, the floure fadeth: but the worde of our God shall stand for euer.
6My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
14I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
15My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
2He shooteth foorth as a flowre, and is cut downe: he vanisheth also as a shadowe, and continueth not.
6They shalbe as the grasse on the house tops, which withereth afore it commeth forth.
12Though it were in greene and not cutte downe, yet shall it wither before any other herbe.
10I saide in the cutting off of my dayes, I shall goe to the gates of the graue: I am depriued of the residue of my yeeres.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
11For as when the sunne riseth with heate, then the grasse withereth, and his flower falleth away, and the goodly shape of it perisheth: euen so shall the rich man wither away in all his waies.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
18And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
10He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.
15Feare is turned vpon mee: and they pursue my soule as the winde, and mine health passeth away as a cloude.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
4Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
5Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. Selah.
12I am forgotten, as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
9For all our dayes are past in thine anger: we haue spent our yeeres as a thought.
24For all flesh is as grasse, and all the glorie of man is as the flower of grasse. The grasse withereth, and the flower falleth away.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
25My dayes haue bene more swift then a post: they haue fled, and haue seene no good thing.
27Whose inhabitants haue small power, and are afrayd & confounded: they are like the grasse of the field & greene herbe, or grasse on the house tops, or corne blassed afore it be growen.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
4I am counted among them that go downe vnto the pit, and am as a man without strength:
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
19For my roote is spread out by the water, and the dewe shall lye vpon my branche.