Psalms 102:3
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
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4My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
8Mine enemies reproach me all the day; and they that are mad against me are sworn against me.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
13From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
30My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
2Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline thine ear unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
24I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: thy years are throughout all generations.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
83For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.
3When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
28And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
14As the fire burneth a wood, and as the flame setteth the mountains on fire;
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
12For it is a fire that consumeth to destruction, and would root out all mine increase.
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
18For wickedness burneth as the fire: it shall devour the briers and thorns, and shall kindle in the thickets of the forest, and they shall mount up like the lifting up of smoke.
3My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,
7Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
12Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
46How long, LORD? wilt thou hide thyself for ever? shall thy wrath burn like fire?
7Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
19O LORD, to thee will I cry: for the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame hath burned all the trees of the field.
17What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
7Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
20Whereas our substance is not cut down, but the remnant of them the fire consumeth.