Psalms 102:4

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.

For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.

Then Ezra rose up from before the house of God, and went into the chamber of Johanan the son of Eliashib: and when he came thither, he did eat no bread, nor drink water: for he mourned because of the transgression of them that had been carried away.

I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.

And as he did so year by year, when she went up to the house of the Lord, so she provoked her; therefore she wept, and did not eat. Then said Elkanah her husband to her, Hannah, why weepest thou? and why eatest thou not? and why is thy heart grieved? am not I better to thee than ten sons?

And the elders of his house arose, and went to him, to raise him up from the earth: but he would not, neither did he eat bread with them.

And he was three days without sight, and neither did eat nor drink.

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins.

My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.

And he took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be sorrowful and very heavy. Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me.

My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead. Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me. Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed. My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?

Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.