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Psalm 102:11 - Tree of Life Version

because of Your indignation and wrath, for You have picked me up and tossed me aside.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

My days are like an evening shadow that stretches out and declines [with the sun]; and I am withered like grass.

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

My days are like a shadow soon gone. I’m dried up like dead grass.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

For according to the height of the heavens above the earth, so has he reinforced his mercy toward those who fear him.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

For according to the height of the heaven above the earth: he hath strengthened his mercy towards them that fear him.

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Psalm 102:11
12 Tagairtí Cros  

Like a flower he comes up and withers; like a shadow he flees and does not stay.


He tears me down on every side until I am gone; He uproots my hope like a tree.


I fade away like an evening shadow, shaken off like a locust.


Man is like a breath— his days are like a passing shadow.


For who knows what is good for one during his life—during the few days of his fleeting life—that pass like a shadow? For who can tell a person what happens after him under the sun?


I am the strong man who has seen affliction by the rod of His wrath.


and the rich person in his humble position, because like the flower of the grass he will pass away.


Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes.


For, “All humanity is like grass, And all its glory like a wildflower. The grass withers, and the flower falls off,