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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3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
23 I 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.
24 I 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.
4 Man is like to vanity: his days [are] as a shadow that passeth away.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
10 Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.
5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are [as] a sleep: in the morning [they are] like grass [which] groweth up.
6 In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
12 Mine 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.
13 I 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.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
2 For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.
7 The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people [is] grass.
8 The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
6 My 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.
14 I 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.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
2 He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
6 Let them be as the grass [upon] the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:
12 Whilst it [is] yet in his greenness, [and] not cut down, it withereth before any [other] herb.
10 I 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.
3 For 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.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
11 For 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.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
10 He 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.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
4 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it [is; that] I may know how frail I [am].
5 Behold, 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.
12 I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
9 For 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:
16 My 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.
27 Therefore 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.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
4 I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man [that hath] no strength:
13 From 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.
19 My root [was] spread out by the waters, and the dew lay all night upon my branch.