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 houseto, 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 desote.
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 desote and faint all the day.
19 My root was spread out by the waters, and the dew lay all night upon my branch.