9 For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with tears 10 because of Your indignation and wrath, for You have picked me up and cast me aside. 11 My days are like lengthening shadows, and I wither away like grass.
Psalms 102:9–11
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Psalms 31:9–11
9 Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes fail from sorrow, my soul and body as well. 10 For my life is consumed with grief and my years with groaning; my iniquity has drained my strength, and my bones are wasting away. 11 Among all my enemies I am a d…
Psalms 102:2–4
2 Do not hide Your face from me in my day of distress. Incline Your ear to me; answer me quickly when I call. 3 For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers. 4 My heart is afflicted, and withered like grass; I even forget to eat my bread.
Job 30:15–17
15 Terrors are turned loose against me; they drive away my dignity as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed like a cloud. 16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction grip me. 17 Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never rest.
Psalms 38:5–7
5 My wounds are foul and festering because of my sinful folly. 6 I am bent and brought low; all day long I go about mourning. 7 For my loins are full of burning pain, and no soundness remains in my body.
Psalms 6:6–8
6 I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears. 7 My eyes fail from grief; they grow dim because of all my foes. 8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard my weeping.
Psalms 88:15–17
15 From my youth I was afflicted and near death. I have borne Your terrors; I am in despair. 16 Your wrath has swept over me; Your terrors have destroyed me. 17 All day long they engulf me like water; they enclose me on every side.
Psalms 38:16–18
16 For I said, “Let them not gloat over me— those who taunt me when my foot slips.” 17 For I am ready to fall, and my pain is ever with me. 18 Yes, I confess my iniquity; I am troubled by my sin.
Job 17:6–8
6 He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit. 7 My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow. 8 The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.
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