Psalms 102:4

and the rich, in that he is made humble, because like the flower in the grass, he will pass away.

“Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

“I, even I, am he who comforts you. Who are you, that you are afraid of man who shall die, and of the son of man who will be made as grass?

The voice of one saying, “Cry!” One said, “What shall I cry?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.

For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.

As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

I fell down before Yahweh, as at the first, forty days and forty nights. I neither ate bread nor drank water, because of all your sin which you sinned, in doing that which was evil in Yahweh’s sight, to provoke him to anger.

She said to them, “Don’t call me Naomi. Call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.

But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree. Then he requested for himself that he might die, and said, “It is enough. Now, O Yahweh, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.”

I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.

He grows up like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn’t continue.

“I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters!

Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar. My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.’

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

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

From the end of the earth, I will call to you when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.

The proud have hidden a snare for me, they have spread the cords of a net by the path. They have set traps for me.

Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain; but a woman who fears Yahweh, she shall be praised.

I looked, and there was no one to help; and I wondered that there was no one to uphold. Therefore my own arm brought salvation to me. My own wrath upheld me.

David therefore begged God for the child; and David fasted, and went in, and lay all night on the ground.

Then David arose, and all the people who were with him, and they passed over the Jordan. By the morning light there lacked not one of them who had not gone over the Jordan.

For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.

His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.

The grass withers, the flower fades, because Yahweh’s breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.

He feeds on ashes. A deceived heart has turned him aside; and he can’t deliver his soul, nor say, “Isn’t there a lie in my right hand?”

“When my soul fainted within me, I remembered Yahweh. My prayer came in to you, into your holy temple.

But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today exists, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, won’t he much more clothe you, you of little faith?

When the sun had risen, it was scorched; and because it had no root, it withered away.

Whereas you don’t know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.

All his sons and all his daughters rose up to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. He said, “For I will go down to Sheol to my son, mourning.” His father wept for him.

If you treat me this way, please kill me right now, if I have found favor in your sight; and don’t let me see my wretchedness.”

All the people came to urge David to eat bread while it was yet day; but David swore, saying, “God do so to me, and more also, if I taste bread, or anything else, until the sun goes down.”

Therefore their inhabitants had little power. They were dismayed and confounded. They were like the grass of the field, and like the green herb, like the grass on the housetops, and like grain blasted before it has grown up.

For we are strangers before you, and foreigners, as all our fathers were. Our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no remaining.

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 ate no bread, nor drank water; for he mourned because of their trespass of the captivity.

Then Eliashib the high priest rose up with his brothers the priests, and they built the sheep gate. They sanctified it, and set up its doors. They sanctified it even to the tower of Hammeah, to the tower of Hananel.

As for the Levites, in the days of Eliashib, Joiada, and Johanan, and Jaddua, there were recorded the heads of fathers’ households; also the priests, in the reign of Darius the Persian.

“Go, gather together all the Jews who are present in Susa, and fast for me, and neither eat nor drink three days, night or day. I and my maidens will also fast the same way. Then I will go in to the king, which is against the law; and if I perish, I perish.”

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.)

I am blameless. I don’t respect myself. I despise my life.

“Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?

When I remember, I am troubled. Horror takes hold of my flesh.

“Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

For Yahweh knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked shall perish.

But I am poor and needy. May the Lord think about me. You are my help and my deliverer. Don’t delay, my God.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

Then I will go to the altar of God, to God, my exceeding joy. I will praise you on the harp, God, my God.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him: my Savior, my helper, and my God.

You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.

Hear, Yahweh, and answer me, for I am poor and needy.

You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.

Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

The heart knows its own bitterness and joy; he will not share these with a stranger.

A gentle tongue is a tree of life, but deceit in it crushes the spirit.

As he came out of his mother’s womb, naked shall he go again as he came, and shall take nothing for his labor, which he may carry away in his hand.

What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.

They all left him, and fled.

For even Christ didn’t please himself. But, as it is written, “The reproaches of those who reproached you fell on me.”

For the sun arises with the scorching wind and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So the rich man will also fade away in his pursuits.

to an incorruptible and undefiled inheritance that doesn’t fade away, reserved in Heaven for you,

For, “All flesh is like grass, and all of man’s glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;

The world is passing away with its lusts, but he who does God’s will remains forever.

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.

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.

For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.

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

If it is true that I have erred, my error remains with myself.

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

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.

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

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

for I am poor and needy. My heart is wounded within me.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

“It will happen at that day,” says Yahweh, “that the heart of the king will perish, along with the heart of the princes. The priests will be astonished, and the prophets will wonder.”

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

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

He was without sight for three days, and neither ate nor drank.