4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
4 My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat my food.
4 My heart is struck down like grass and has withered; I forget to eat my bread.
4 I'm a ghost of my former self, half-consumed already by terminal illness.
4 My heart is stricken and withered like grass, So that I forget to eat my bread.
4 My heart is sick, withered like grass, and I have lost my appetite.
Matthew Henry's Commentary on Psalm 102:4
Commentary on Psalm 102:1-11
(Read Psalm 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.