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Psalm 102:11 - Easy To Read Version

11 My life is almost finished,\par like the long shadows\par at the end of the day.\par I am like dry and dying grass.\par

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 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)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 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

11 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  

Man’s life is like a flower. He grows quickly, and then dies away. Man’s life is like a shadow that is here for a short time, and then it is gone.


God hits me from every side\par until I am finished.\par He takes away my hope\par like a tree pulled up by the roots.\par


I feel like my life is over,\par like long shadows at the end of a day.\par I feel like a bug someone brushed away.\par


A person’s life is like a puff of air.\par A person’s life is like a passing shadow.\par


Who knows what is best for a person during his short life on earth? His life passes like a shadow. No one can tell him what will happen later.


I am a man that has seen much trouble.\par The Lord beat us with a stick.\par And I saw it happen!\par


Believers who are rich should be glad when bad things happen that make them humble. Why? Because even rich people will die as quickly as wild flowers:


You don’t know what will happen tomorrow! Your life is like a fog. You can see it for a short time, but then it goes away.


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