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.
Psalm 102:4 - American Standard Version 2015 My heart is smitten like grass, and withered;\par\tab For I forget to eat my bread. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; So that I forget to eat my bread. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition My heart is smitten like grass and withered, so that [in absorption] I forget to eat my food. American Standard Version (1901) My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread. Common English Bible my heart is smashed like dried-up grass. I even forget to eat my food Catholic Public Domain Version He redeems your life from destruction. He crowns you with mercy and compassion. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Who redeemeth thy life from destruction: who crowneth thee with mercy and compassion. |
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 {\i 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;\par\tab I will give free course to my complaint;\par\tab I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My skin is black, {\i and falleth} from me,\par\tab And my bones are burned with heat.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,\par\tab The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up:\par\tab The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
My days are like a shadow that declineth;\par\tab And I am withered like grass.
For I have eaten ashes like bread,\par\tab And mingled my drink with weeping,
For they shall soon be cut down like the grass,\par\tab And wither as the green herb.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me:\par\tab Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan,\par\tab And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness:\par\tab And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none;\par\tab And for comforters, but I found none.
I remember God, and am disquieted:\par\tab I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. {\i Selah
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the breath of Jehovah bloweth upon it; surely the people is grass.
And he was three days without sight, and did neither eat nor drink.\par