Psalm 102:4

Matthew's Bible 1537

My herte smytten doune and wythered lyke grasse, so that I forgette too eate my bread.

Cross References

Isaiah 40:7

When the grasse is withered, the floure falleth awaye. Euen so is the people as grasse, when the breath of the Lorde bloweth vpon them.

Psalm 37:2

For they shall soone be cutte doune lyke the grasse, & be wythered euen as the grene herbe.

Psalm 77:3

When I was in heuinesse, I thought vpon God: when my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake Selah.

Ezra 10:6

And Esdras stode vp before the house of God, and wente into the chamber of Iohanan the sonne of Elialib. And when he came thyther, he ate no bread, nor drancke water: for he mourned because of the transgressyon of them that had bene in captiuite.

Acts 9:9

And he was thre dayes wt out sight & neyther eate nor dranke.

Lamentations 3:20

Yee thou shalt remembre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.

Lamentations 3:13

He. The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.

Psalm 102:11

My dayes are gone lyke a shadowe, and I am wythered lyke grasse.

Psalm 102:9

I eate ashes with my bread, and myngle my drynke with wepynge.

Psalm 69:20

The rebuke breaketh my herte, and maketh me heuy: I loke for some to haue pytye vpon me, but ther is no man: and for some to comforte me, but I fynde none.

Psalm 42:6

My God, my soule is vexed wythin me: therfore I remembre the lande of Iordaine, and the litle hyl of Hermonim.

Job 33:20

so that hys lyfe maye awaye wyth no bread, & hys soule abhorreth to eate anye dayntye meate.

Job 10:1

it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, nowe wyll I put forth my wordes: I will speake out of the very heuinesse of my soule,

Job 6:4

For the arowes of the almyghty are in me, whose indignacyon hath droncke vp my sprete, and the terrible feares of GOD fyghte agaynste me.

2 Samuel 12:17

And the elders of hys house arose and wente to him to take hym vp from the earthe. But he wolde not, neyther yet eat meat wyth them.

Job 30:30

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