Psalms 102:23
He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
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24I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations `are' Thine years.
10From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
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.
10For 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.
12My 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.
13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
45Thou hast shortened the days of his youth, Hast covered him over `with' shame. Selah.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
4Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
4`Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it `is',' I know how frail I `am'.
5Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
47Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
13From 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.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
9Cast me not off at the time of old age, According to the consumption of my power forsake me not.
13Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
22And I -- I have said in my haste, `I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.
2Also -- the power of their hands, why `is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
25My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
11What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
3For 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.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
10And I say: `My weakness is, The changes of the right hand of the Most High.'
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
16And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.
17For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.
6In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
24My knees have been feeble from fasting, And my flesh hath failed of fatness.
9For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.
10Days of our years, in them `are' seventy years, And if, by reason of might, eighty years, Yet `is' their enlargement labour and vanity, For it hath been cut off hastily, and we fly away.
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
2As nothing, have my steps slipped, For I have been envious of the boastful,
27The fear of Jehovah addeth days, And the years of the wicked are shortened.
28My soul hath dropped from affliction, Establish me according to Thy word.