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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3 For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
4 Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5 For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
23 I depart like the shadowe that declineth, and am shaken off as the grashopper.
23 He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
24 And I sayd, O my God, take me not away in the middes of my dayes: thy yeeres endure from generation to generation.
15 The dayes of man are as grasse: as a flowre of the fielde, so florisheth he.
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
9 Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,
10 Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast heaued me vp, and cast me downe.
5 Thou hast ouerflowed them: they are as a sleepe: in the morning he groweth like the grasse:
6 In the morning it florisheth and groweth, but in the euening it is cut downe and withereth.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
12 Mine 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.
13 I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
2 For they shall soone bee cut downe like grasse, and shall wither as the greene herbe.
7 The grasse withereth, the floure fadeth, because the Spirite of the Lorde bloweth vpon it: surely the people is grasse.
8 The grasse withereth, the floure fadeth: but the worde of our God shall stand for euer.
6 My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
14 I 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.
15 My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
2 He shooteth foorth as a flowre, and is cut downe: he vanisheth also as a shadowe, and continueth not.
6 They shalbe as the grasse on the house tops, which withereth afore it commeth forth.
12 Though it were in greene and not cutte downe, yet shall it wither before any other herbe.
10 I 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.
3 For 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:
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
11 For 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.
10 Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
18 And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
10 He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.
15 Feare is turned vpon mee: and they pursue my soule as the winde, and mine health passeth away as a cloude.
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
4 Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
5 Beholde, 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.
12 I am forgotten, as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
9 For all our dayes are past in thine anger: we haue spent our yeeres as a thought.
24 For 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.
16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
25 My dayes haue bene more swift then a post: they haue fled, and haue seene no good thing.
27 Whose 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.
11 He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
4 I am counted among them that go downe vnto the pit, and am as a man without strength:
13 From 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.
19 For my roote is spread out by the water, and the dewe shall lye vpon my branche.