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Psalm 102:5 - Tree of Life Version

5 My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so that I even forget to eat my bread.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my skin.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 By reason of my loud groaning [from suffering and trouble] my flesh cleaves to my bones.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.

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Common English Bible

5 because of my intense groans. My bones are protruding from my skin.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 He satisfies your desire with good things. Your youth will be renewed like that of the eagle.

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Psalm 102:5
10 Tagairtí Cros  

Like a flower he comes up and withers; like a shadow he flees and does not stay.


My bones cling to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.


For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?


My eyes are weakened with grief— they age because of my enemies.


in the morning it flourishes and springs up, by evening it withers and dries up.


A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.


Their form has become darker than soot! They are not recognized in the street. Their skin has shriveled on their bones, withered like a tree.


So it was year after year, whenever she went up to the House of Adonai, that she would provoke her; so she wept and would not eat.


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