Psalms 102:4
Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
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3 For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
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.
11 My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
5 For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
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.
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.
10 Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
22 Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.
23 I depart like the shadowe that declineth, and am shaken off as the grashopper.
24 My knees are weake through fasting, and my flesh hath lost all fatnes.
9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
7 For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh.
8 I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
21 Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
4 Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
12 I am forgotten, as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.
24 For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
20 Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
17 Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
18 And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
18 I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
20 So that his life causeth him to abhorre bread, and his soule daintie meate.
21 His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter.
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
17 It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
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.
3 When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
4 (For thine hand is heauie vpon me, day and night: and my moysture is turned into ye drought of summer. Selah)
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
2 My soule longeth, yea, and fainteth for the courtes of the Lord: for mine heart and my flesh reioyce in the liuing God.
3 My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
3 I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
23 He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
7 Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.
12 For innumerable troubles haue compassed mee: my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me, that I am not able to looke vp: yea, they are moe in nomber then the heares of mine head: therefore mine heart hath failed me.
11 All her people sigh and seeke their bread: they haue giuen their pleasant thinges for meate to refresh the soule: see, O Lorde, and consider: for I am become vile.
6 I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.
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.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
2 Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.