Psa 102:3 | MHM | STEP | v. 3–5 : He laments, For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace. My heart is struck down like grass and has withered; I forget to eat my bread. Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my flesh (Psalm 102:3–5 ). Suffering has made him weak, thin, and without appetite. He is deeply troubled in body and spirit, feeling his life slipping away like smoke.

‏ Psalms 102:3

v. 3–5: He laments, For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace. My heart is struck down like grass and has withered; I forget to eat my bread. Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my flesh (Psalm 102:3–5 ^a). Suffering has made him weak, thin, and without appetite. He is deeply troubled in body and spirit, feeling his life slipping away like smoke.