Psalm 102:4

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

My heart within me smitten is, and it is withered Like very grass; so that I do forget to eat my bread.

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For, even like unto the grass, soon be cut down shall they; And, like the green and tender herb, they wither shall away.

I to remembrance God did call, yet trouble did remain; And overwhelm'd my spirit was, whilst I did sore complain.

My days are like unto a shade, which doth declining pass; And I am dry'd and withered, ev'n like unto the grass.

For why? I ashes eaten have like bread, in sorrows deep; My drink I also mingled have with tears that I did weep.

Reproach hath broke my heart; I'm full of grief: I look'd for one To pity me, but none I found; comforters found I none.

My God, my soul's cast down in me; thee therefore mind I will From Jordan's land, the Hermonites, and ev'n from Mizar hill.