Psalms 102:3
For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.
For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.
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4My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
8My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,
10Because of your indignation and your wrath, for you have taken me up, and thrown me away.
11My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
9Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
1"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
14I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
13From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
30My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
2Don't hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
23He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
24I said, "My God, don't take me away in the midst of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.
16He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
83For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don't forget your statutes.
21His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
3For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
11My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
10My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
28though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
14As the fire that burns the forest, as the flame that sets the mountains on fire,
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
12For it is a fire that consumes to destruction, and would root out all my increase.
12I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
18For wickedness burns like a fire. It devours the briers and thorns; yes, it kindles in the thickets of the forest, and they roll upward in a column of smoke.
3My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned: I spoke with my tongue:
7Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don't hide your face from me, so that I don't become like those who go down into the pit.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
13I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
46How long, Yahweh? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath burn like fire?
7"As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol."
2Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
19Yahweh, I cry to you, For the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees of the field.
17In the dry season, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
11He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
7My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
7My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
20saying, 'Surely those who rose up against us are cut off. The fire has consumed the remnant of them.'