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Psalm 102:4 - New International Version (Anglicised)

4 My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat my food.

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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  

The elders of his household stood beside him to get him up from the ground, but he refused, and he would not eat any food with them.


Then Ezra withdrew from before the house of God and went to the room of Jehohanan son of Eliashib. While he was there, he ate no food and drank no water, because he continued to mourn over the unfaithfulness of the exiles.


‘I loathe my very life; therefore I will give free rein to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.


My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.


so that their body finds food repulsive and their soul loathes the choicest meal.


The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors are marshalled against me.


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


For I eat ashes as my food and mingle my drink with tears


for like the grass they will soon wither, like green plants they will soon die away.


My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon – from Mount Mizar.


Scorn has broken my heart and has left me helpless; I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but I found none.


I remembered you, God, and I groaned; I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.


The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass.


He pierced my heart with arrows from his quiver.


I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me.


For three days he was blind, and did not eat or drink anything.


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