Psalms 109:23
I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
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11My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
24My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.
25As for me, they make sport of me; shaking their heads when they see me.
22For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
3My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
4My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
6I am like a bird living by itself in the waste places; like the night-bird in a waste of sand.
7I keep watch like a bird by itself on the house-top.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
12My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
15Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
9He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
10I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
14I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
15My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
25My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.
26They go rushing on like reed-boats, like an eagle dropping suddenly on its food.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
11Because of all those who are against me, I have become a word of shame to my neighbours; a cause of shaking the head and a fear to my friends: those who saw me in the street went in flight from me.
12I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
3The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
4When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
5My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
6My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
18And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
14I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
28Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
2But as for me, my feet had almost gone from under me; I was near to slipping;
4I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
9I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
10I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
4Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
6But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.
13From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
23He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
15There the fire will make you waste; you will be cut off by the sword: make yourself as great in number as the worms, as great in number as the locusts.
10No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
2He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.
21His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
8I would quickly take cover from the driving storm and from the violent wind.