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Psalm 102:4 - Modern King James Version

4 My heart is stricken, and dried 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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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 rose up toward 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 room of Johanan the son of Eliashib. And he went there, and he ate no bread nor drank water. For he mourned because of the sin of those who had been exiled.


My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint on my self; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.


so that his life is sick of bread, and his soul desirable food.


For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their fury is drinking my spirit; the terrors of God are set against me.


My days are like a shadow stretched out; and I wither like grass.


For I have eaten ashes like bread, and have mixed my drink with weeping,


For they shall soon wither like the grass; and fade as the green herb.


O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore I will remember You from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermons, from mount Mizar.


Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness; and I looked for some to mourn with me, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.


I remembered God, and was troubled; I complained, and my spirit fainted. Selah.


The grass withers, the flower fades, because the Spirit of Jehovah blows on it; surely the people is grass.


He has caused the arrows of His quiver to enter into my inward parts.


My soul vividly remembers and bows down on me.


And he was three days not seeing, and did not eat or drink.


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