Blighted Bread Broken Dead Dry Eat Forget Forgotten Grass Heart Herb Indeed Smitten Withered Yea
102:4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget {d} to eat my bread.
(d) My sorrows were so great that I did not eat.
102:1-11 The whole word of God is of use to direct us in prayer; but here, is often elsewhere, the Holy Ghost has put words into our mouths. Here is a prayer put into the hands of the afflicted; let them present it to God. Even good men may be almost overwhelmed with afflictions. It is our duty and interest to pray; and it is comfort to an afflicted spirit to unburden itself, by a humble representation of its griefs. We must say, Blessed be the name of the Lord, who both gives and takes away. The psalmist looked upon himself as a dying man; My days are like a shadow.
Blighted Bread Broken Dead Dry Eat Food Forget Forgotten Grass Heart Herb Indeed Smitten Thought Withered
Blighted Bread Broken Dead Dry Eat Food Forget Forgotten Grass Heart Herb Indeed Smitten Thought Withered
