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Psalm 102:4 - English Standard Version 2016

4 My heart is struck down like grass and has withered; I forget to eat my bread.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 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)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 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

4 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 stood beside him, to raise him from the ground, but he would not, nor did he eat food with them.


Then Ezra withdrew from before the house of God and went to the chamber of Jehohanan the son of Eliashib, where he spent the night, neither eating bread nor drinking water, for he was mourning over the faithlessness of the exiles.


“I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.


so that his life loathes bread, and his appetite the choicest food.


For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.


My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.


For I eat ashes like bread and mingle tears with my drink,


For they will soon fade like the grass and wither like the green herb.


and my God. My soul is cast down within me; therefore I remember you from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.


Reproaches have broken my heart, so that I am in despair. I looked for pity, but there was none, and for comforters, but I found none.


When I remember God, I moan; when I meditate, my spirit faints. Selah


The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the Lord blows on it; surely the people are grass.


He drove into my kidneys the arrows of his quiver;


My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me.


And for three days he was without sight, and neither ate nor drank.


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