Psalms 109:23
As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.
As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.
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11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
24My knees have been feeble from fasting, And my flesh hath failed of fatness.
25And I -- I have been a reproach to them, They see me, they shake their head.
22For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
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.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
6I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.
7I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
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.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
15He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
14As 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.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
25My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
26They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
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.
11Among all mine adversaries I have been a reproach, And to my neighbours exceedingly, And a fear to mine acquaintances, Those seeing me without -- fled from me.
12I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
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.
4If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
14As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.
28And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
2As nothing, have my steps slipped, For I have been envious of the boastful,
4I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
9Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
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.
4Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
6And I `am' a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
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.
23He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
15There consume thee doth a fire, Cut thee off doth a sword, It doth consume thee as a cankerworm! Make thyself heavy as the cankerworm, Make thyself heavy as the locust.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
2As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
8I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.