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Psalm 102:4 - Y'all Version Bible

4 My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for 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  

The elders of his house arose beside him, to raise him up from the earth; but he would not, and he didn’t eat bread with them.


Then Ezra rose up from before God’s house, and went into the room of Jehohanan the son of Eliashib. When he came there, he didn’t eat bread or drank water, for he mourned because of the trespass of the exiles.


“My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.


so that his life abhors bread, and his soul dainty food.


For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.


My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.


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


For they will soon be cut down like the grass, and wither like the green herb.


My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.


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


I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.


The grass withers, and the flower fades, because breath of YHWH blows on them. Surely the people are like grass.


He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my kidneys.


My soul remembers-remembers them, and is bowed down within me.


For three days, he could not see, and he didn’t eat or drink.


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