Psalms 102:11
My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
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3For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.
4My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
5Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
23I passe away like a vading shadowe: and I am dryuen from place to place lyke the grashopper.
23he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
24But I say, O my God take me not away in the middest of myne age: as for thy yeres, they endure throughout all generations.
15The dayes of man are as the dayes of an hearbe: he florisheth as a flowre in the fielde.
4Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away.
9For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng,
10because of thine indignation and wrath: for thou hast set me vp, and cast me downe.
5Thou makest them to flowe away, they are a sleepe: they be in the morning as an hearbe that groweth.
6In the mornyng it florisheth and groweth vp: in the euenyng it is cut downe and wythered.
7Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
12Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.
13I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
2For they shall soone be cut downe like the grasse: and be withered euen as the greene hearbe.
7The grasse is withered, the floure falleth away, for the breath of the Lord bloweth vpon them: of a trueth the people are grasse.
8The grasse withereth, and the floure fadeth away: yet the worde of our God endureth for euer.
6My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.
1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
14I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
11My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
2He commeth vp, and is cut downe like a floure: He fleeth as it were a shadow, and neuer continueth in one state.
6They shall be as the grasse growing vpon the house toppes: whiche withereth afore that it be shot foorth to his growth.
12No, but whilste it is nowe in his greennesse, though it be not cut downe, yet withereth it before any other hearbe:
10I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
11For the sunne hath rysen with heate, and the grasse hath withered, and his flowre hath fallen away, & the beautie of the fashion of it hath perished: So also shall the ryche man fade away in his wayes.
10My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
18I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
10He hath destroyed me on euery side and I am gone: my hope hath he taken away as a tree pluckt vp by the roote.
15Feare is turned vpon me, and they pursue my soule as the wind, and my health passeth away as a cloude.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
4O God make me to knowe mine ende, and the number of my dayes: that I may be certified howe long I haue to lyue.
5Behold thou hast made my dayes as it were an hand breadth long, & mine age is euen as nothing before thee: truely euery man is al together vanitie. Selah.
12I became cleane forgotten as a dead man out of minde: I became like a broken vessell.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
9For all our dayes do passe in thine anger: we spende our yeres as in speaking a worde.
24For all fleshe is as grasse, and all the glorie of man, is as the flowre of grasse. The grasse withereth, and the flowre falleth away:
16My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
25My dayes are more swyft then a runner, they are gone & haue seene no good thing.
27For their inhabitours shalbe like lame men brought in feare and confounded: they shalbe lyke grasse and greene hearbes in the fielde, lyke the hay vpon house toppes, that wythereth before it be growen vp.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
4I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pit: and I am nowe become a man that hath no strength.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
19For my roote was spread out by the waterside: and the deawe lay vpon my corne.