Psalms 102:11
My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
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3For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.
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.
23I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.
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.
15As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
4Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
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.
5You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.
6In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.
7My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as 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 will you make an end of me.
13I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaks all my bones: From day even to night will you make an end of me.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
2For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, And wither like the green herb.
7The grass withers, the flower fades, because the breath of Yahweh blows on it; surely the people is grass.
8The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God shall stand forever.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
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.
11My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.
2He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.
6Let them be as the grass on the housetops, Which withers before it grows up;
12While it is yet in its greenness, not cut down, It withers before any other reed.
10I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
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.
11For the sun arises with the scorching wind, and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So also will the rich man fade away in his pursuits.
10My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
18I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
10He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
15Terrors are turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
4"Yahweh, show me my end, What is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
5Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.
12I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
9For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
24For, "All flesh is like grass, And all of man's glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;
16My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
25"Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,
27Therefore 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 a field [of grain] before it is grown up.
11He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
4I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
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.
19My root is spread out to the waters, The dew lies all night on my branch;