11 My days are like the evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
11 My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
11 There's nothing left of me - a withered weed, swept clean from the path.
11 My days are like a shadow that lengthens, And I wither away like grass.
11 My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows. I am withering away like grass.
Matthew Henry's Commentary on Psalm 102:11
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.