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Psalm 102:4 - King James 2000

4 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

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  

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 Jehohanan the son of Eliashib: and when he came there, 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 abhors bread, and his soul the choicest food.


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


My days are like a shadow that declines; 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 you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.


Reproach has 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 withers, the flower fades: because the breath of the LORD blows upon it: surely the people are grass.


He has caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my heart.


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


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


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