Psalms 102:23
¶ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
¶ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
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24I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: thy years [are] throughout all generations.
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.
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.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
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.
45The days of his youth hast thou shortened: thou hast covered him with shame. Selah.
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.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
3Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand [against me] all the day.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
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.
20[Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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.
47Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
18And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, [which] is a witness [against me]: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
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.
9He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
9Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth.
13O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
22For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.
2Yea, whereto [might] the strength of their hands [profit] me, in whom old age was perished?
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
25¶ Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
1¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
11What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
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.
10And I said, This [is] my infirmity: [but I will remember] the years of the right hand of the most High.
2Even to day [is] my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
16For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, [neither] hath he covered the darkness from my face.
6He hath set me in dark places, as [they that be] dead of old.
24My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh faileth of fatness.
9For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale [that is told].
10The days of our years [are] threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength [they be] fourscore years, yet [is] their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown [from] my head.
2But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped.
27¶ The fear of the LORD prolongeth days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened.
28¶ My soul melteth for heaviness: strengthen thou me according unto thy word.