Psalms 102:4
Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
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3 For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
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.
11 My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
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.
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.
10 My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
22 For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
23 As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.
24 My knees have been feeble from fasting, And my flesh hath failed of fatness.
9 Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
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.
6 I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7 For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8 I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
21 For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
4 My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
12 I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
20 See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
16 And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
17 And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
18 And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
20 And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.
21 His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17 At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
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.
3 When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
4 When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.
10 Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
2 My soul desired, yea, it hath also been consumed, For the courts of Jehovah, My heart and my flesh cry aloud unto the living God,
3 My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
3 I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
23 He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
5 Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
7 And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
7 My soul is refusing to touch! They `are' as my sickening food.
12 For compassed me have evils innumerable, Overtaken me have mine iniquities, And I have not been able to see; They have been more than the hairs of my head, And my heart hath forsaken me.
11 All her people are sighing -- seeking bread, They have given their desirable things For food to refresh the body; See, O Jehovah, and behold attentively, For I have been lightly esteemed.
6 I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul `is' as a weary land for Thee. Selah.
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.
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
2 Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,