Psalms 102:11

11 There's nothing left of me - a withered weed, swept clean from the path.

Psalms 102:11 In-Context

9 They bring in meals - casseroles of ashes! I draw drink from a barrel of my tears.
10 And all because of your furious anger; you swept me up and threw me out.
11 There's nothing left of me - a withered weed, swept clean from the path.
12 Yet you, God, are sovereign still, always and ever sovereign.
13 You'll get up from your throne and help Zion - it's time for compassionate help.
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