I am wasting away like grass, and my appetite is gone.
At the Lord's command, flowers and grass disappear, and so do we.
They will soon disappear like grass without rain.
When I think of you, I feel restless and weak.
Then Ezra left God's temple and went to spend the night in the living quarters of Jehohanan son of Eliashib. He felt sorry because of what the people had done, and he did not eat or drink a thing.
and for three days he was blind and did not eat or drink.
That's all I ever think about, and I am depressed.
straight through my heart.
My life fades like a shadow at the end of day and withers like grass.
Instead of food, I have ashes to eat and tears to drink,
I am crushed by insults, and I feel sick. I had hoped for mercy and pity, but there was none.
and you are my God. I am deeply discouraged, and so I think about you here where the Jordan begins at Mount Hermon and at Mount Mizar.
Merely the thought of our favorite food makes our stomachs sick,
I am sick of life! And from my deep despair, I complain to you, my God.
The fearsome arrows of God All-Powerful have filled my soul with their poison.
His officials stood beside him and tried to talk him into getting up. But he would not get up or eat with them.
My skin is so parched, that it peels right off, and my bones are burning.