Psalm 22:15; Psalm 74:15; Psalm 90:6; Psalm 102:4; Psalm 102:11; Psalm 129:6
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
Thou didst cleave the fountain and the flood: thou driedst up mighty rivers.
In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up: