Psalms 102:11
My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
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3 For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
4 Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
23 As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.
23 He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
24 I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations `are' Thine years.
15 Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;
4 Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
9 Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
10 From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.
5 Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.
6 In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.
7 And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
12 My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
13 I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
10 For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
2 For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.
7 Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people `is' grass;
8 Withered hath grass, faded the flower, But a word of our God riseth for ever.
6 My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
14 As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
2 As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
6 They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,
12 While it `is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
10 `I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
3 For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
11 for the sun did rise with the burning heat, and did wither the grass, and the flower of it fell, and the grace of its appearance did perish, so also the rich in his way shall fade away!
10 My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
18 And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
10 He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
15 He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
4 `Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it `is',' I know how frail I `am'.
5 Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
12 I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
9 For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.
24 because all flesh `is' as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
25 My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
27 And their inhabitants are feeble-handed, They were broken down, and are dried up. They have been the herb of the field, And the greenness of the tender grass, Grass of the roofs, And blasted corn, before it hath risen up.
11 My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
6 I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
4 I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
13 From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
19 My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.