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Psalm 102:4 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

4 My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; So that I forget to eat my bread.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 My heart is smitten like grass and withered, so that [in absorption] I forget to eat my food.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.

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Common English Bible

4 my heart is smashed like dried-up grass. I even forget to eat my food

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 He redeems your life from destruction. He crowns you with mercy and compassion.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 Who redeemeth thy life from destruction: who crowneth thee with mercy and compassion.

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Psalm 102:4
21 Cross References  

And the elders of his house arose, and stood beside him, to raise him up from the earth: but he would not, neither did he eat bread with them.


Then Ezra rose up from before the house of God, and went into the chamber of Jehohanan the son of Eliashib: and when he came thither, he did eat no bread, nor drink water: for he mourned because of the trespass of them of the captivity.


My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.


So that his life abhorreth bread, And his soul dainty meat.


For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.


My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.


For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping.


For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, And wither as the green herb.


O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.


Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.


I remember God, and am disquieted: I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah


The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; because the breath of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.


He hath caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.


My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is bowed down within me.


And he was three days without sight, and did neither eat nor drink.


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