| Verse Reference | Verse Text |
|---|---|
| Psa 102:4 | My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread. |
| Eze 19:12 | But she was plucked up in fury, she was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods were broken and withered; the fire consumed them. |