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.
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
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 desote.
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.
20Are 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 desote 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.
25Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
1My 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 pces, 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 ste had well nigh slipped.
27The fear of the LORD olongeth days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened.
28My soul melteth for heaviness: strengthen thou me according unto thy word.