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