Psalms 102:23
He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
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24And I sayd, O my God, take me not away in the middes of my dayes: thy yeeres endure from generation to generation.
10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast heaued me vp, and cast me downe.
11My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
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.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
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.
45The dayes of his youth hast thou shortned, and couered him with shame. Selah.
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.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
3Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
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.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
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.
47Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
18And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
8And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
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.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with hewen stone, and turned away my paths.
9Cast mee not off in the time of age: forsake me not when my strength faileth.
13Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
22Though I said in mine haste, I am cast out of thy sight, yet thou heardest the voyce of my prayer, when I cryed vnto thee.
2For whereto shoulde the strength of their handes haue serued mee, seeing age perished in them?
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
25My dayes haue bene more swift then a post: they haue fled, and haue seene no good thing.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
10Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
11What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
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.
10And I sayde, This is my death: yet I remembred the yeeres of the right hand of the most High.
2Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
6My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
16For God hath softened mine heart, & the Almightie hath troubled me.
17For I am not cut off in darknesse, but he hath hid the darkenesse from my face.
6He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
24My knees are weake through fasting, and my flesh hath lost all fatnes.
9For all our dayes are past in thine anger: we haue spent our yeeres as a thought.
10The time of our life is threescore yeeres and ten, and if they be of strength, fourescore yeeres: yet their strength is but labour and sorowe: for it is cut off quickly, and we flee away.
9Hee hath spoyled mee of mine honour, and taken the crowne away from mine head.
2As for me, my feete were almost gone: my steps had welneere slipt.
27The feare of the Lord increaseth the dayes: but the yeeres of the wicked shalbe diminished.
28My soule melteth for heauinesse: raise mee vp according vnto thy worde.