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Psalm 102:4

Bishops Bible 1568

My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread

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The grasse is withered, the floure falleth away, for the breath of the Lord bloweth vpon them: of a trueth the people are grasse

For they shall soone be cut downe like the grasse: and be withered euen as the greene hearbe

I called to remembraunce God, and I was disquieted: I conferred with my selfe, and my spirite was wrapped in pensiuenesse. Selah

And Esdras rose vp from before the house of God, and went into the chamber of Iohanan the sonne of Eliasib: and when he came thyther, he dyd eate no bread, nor dronke water: for he mourned, because of the transgression of the people that had ben in captiuitie

And he was three dayes without syght, and neither dyd eate nor drynke.

Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me

The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes

(102:9) My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse

(102:8a) For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng

(69:19) Reproofe hath broke my heart a peeces, I am full of heauinesse: I loked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none, and for some that shoulde comfort me, but I coulde fynde none

My Lorde, my soule is discouraged within me: because I remember thee from the lande of Iordane, and from the litle hyll Hermonim

So that his lyfe may away with no bread, and his soule abhorreth to eate any dayntie meate

My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule

For the arrowes of the almightie are vpon me, the poyson therof hath drunke vp my spirite, and the terrible feares of God are set against me

And the elders of his house arose and went to him, to take him vp from the earth: But he would not, neither did he eate meate with them

My skinne vpon me is turned to blacke, and my bones are brent with heate




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