Psalms 102:11
Psalms 102:3-11 The Message (MSG)
I’m wasting away to nothing, I’m burning up with fever. I’m a ghost of my former self, half-consumed already by terminal illness. My jaws ache from gritting my teeth; I’m nothing but skin and bones. I’m like a buzzard in the desert, a crow perched on the rubble. Insomniac, I twitter away, mournful as a sparrow in the gutter. All day long my enemies taunt me, while others just curse. They bring in meals—casseroles of ashes! I draw drink from a barrel of my tears. And all because of your furious anger; you swept me up and threw me out. There’s nothing left of me— a withered weed, swept clean from the path.
Psalms 102:11 King James Version (KJV)
My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
Psalms 102:11 New American Standard Bible - NASB 1995 (NASB1995)
My days are like a lengthened shadow, And I wither away like grass.
Psalms 102:11 New Century Version (NCV)
My days are like a passing shadow; I am like dried grass.
Psalms 102:11 American Standard Version (ASV)
My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
Psalms 102:11 New International Version (NIV)
My days are like the evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
Psalms 102:11 New King James Version (NKJV)
My days are like a shadow that lengthens, And I wither away like grass.
Psalms 102:11 Amplified Bible (AMP)
My days are like an evening shadow that lengthens and vanishes [with the sun]; And as for me, I wither away like grass.
Psalms 102:11 New Living Translation (NLT)
My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows. I am withering away like grass.