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Psalm 102:4 - King James Version - American Edition

My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; So that I forget to eat my bread.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

My heart is smitten like grass and withered, so that [in absorption] I forget to eat my food.

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American Standard Version (1901)

My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.

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Common English Bible

my heart is smashed like dried-up grass. I even forget to eat my food

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Catholic Public Domain Version

He redeems your life from destruction. He crowns you with mercy and compassion.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Who redeemeth thy life from destruction: who crowneth thee with mercy and compassion.

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Psalm 102:4
21 Tagairtí Cros  

And the elders of his house arose, and went to 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 Jo´hanan the son of Eli´ashib: and when he came thither, he did eat no bread, nor drink water: for he mourned because of the transgression of them that had been carried away.


My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.


so that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.


For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.


My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.


For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,


For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.


O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Her´monites, from the hill Mizar.


Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.


I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.


the grass withereth, the flower fadeth; because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.


He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins.


My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.


And he was three days without sight, and neither did eat nor drink.