Psalms 102:11
My days [are] like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
My days [are] like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
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3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
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.
23I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
23¶ He 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.
15[As for] man, his days [are] as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
4Man is like to vanity: his days [are] as a shadow that passeth away.
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.
5Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are [as] a sleep: in the morning [they are] like grass [which] groweth up.
6In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
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.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
2For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.
7The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people [is] grass.
8The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
1¶ My 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.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
2He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
6Let them be as the grass [upon] the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:
12Whilst it [is] yet in his greenness, [and] not cut down, it withereth before any [other] herb.
10I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
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.
11For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, but it withereth the grass, and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich man fade away in his ways.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
18And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
10He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
15¶ Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
4LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it [is; that] I may know how frail I [am].
5Behold, thou hast made my days [as] an handbreadth; and mine age [is] as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state [is] altogether vanity. Selah.
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
9For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale [that is told].
24¶ For all flesh [is] as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:
16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death;
25¶ Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
27Therefore their inhabitants [were] of small power, they were dismayed and confounded: they were [as] the grass of the field, and [as] the green herb, [as] the grass on the housetops, and [as corn] blasted before it be grown up.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
4I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man [that hath] no strength:
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.
19My root [was] spread out by the waters, and the dew lay all night upon my branch.