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Psalm 102:4 - Holy Bible: Easy-to-Read Version

4 My strength is gone— I am like dry, dying grass. I even forget to eat.

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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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Psalm 102:4
21 Tagairtí Cros  

The leaders of David’s family came and tried to pull David up from the ground, but he refused to get up. He refused to eat with these leaders.


Then Ezra went away from the front of God’s house. He went to the room of Jehohanan son of Eliashib. While Ezra was there, he didn’t eat food or drink water. He did that because he was still very sad. He was very sad about the Israelites who came back to Jerusalem.


“I hate my own life, so I will complain freely. I am very bitter, so now I will speak.


My skin is burned and peeling away. My body is hot with fever.


They feel so bad they cannot eat. Even the best food makes them sick.


God All-Powerful has shot me with his arrows. My spirit feels their poison! God’s terrible weapons are lined up against me.


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


My great sadness is my only food. My tears fall into my drink.


They are like grass and other green plants that dry up quickly and then die.


I feel the pain of their insults. The shame makes me feel like dying! I wanted some sympathy, but there was none. I waited for someone to comfort me, but no one came.


I thought about you, God, and tried to tell you how I felt, but I could not.


When a wind from the Lord blows on them, the grass dies and the flower falls. Yes, all people are like grass.


He shot me in the stomach with his arrows.


I remember well all my troubles, and I am very sad.


For three days, Saul could not see; he did not eat or drink.


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