Ps.102.4

My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.

Ps.102.4

I'm a ghost of my former self, half-consumed already by terminal illness.

Ps.102.4

My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat my food.

Ps.102.4

My heart is stricken and withered like grass, So that I forget to eat my bread.