My parents don't like my boyfriend because he's poor.

My children really like animals.

I don't like my school.

You sound like my wife.

I'm sitting there, like, Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

My God, make them like tumbleweed like chaff before the wind.

I like to eyeball my ingredients, mostly because I don't feel like washing my measuring cups over and over.

Let my prayer be set before you like incense the lifting up of my hands like the evening sacrifice.

All of my friends like soccer.

All of my friends like soccer.

Like, my first computer was a big movement in my life.

That's my dad. My dad was kind of like MacGyver, really he would invent, like, ways to make things heavy.

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

if like Adam I have covered my transgressions, by hiding my iniquity in my heart,

I like to say my favorite biomaterial is my four year old.

My ears feel like they're stuffed up.

My stomach feels like it's on fire.

I don't like cream in my coffee.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint my heart is like wax it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

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

I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax it is melted within me.

I would like you to meet my parents.

I like dogs, but my sister likes cats.

Would you like to be my new friend?

A tired voice like mine comforted my soul before the water comforted my body.

For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.

He makes my feet like deer's feet, and sets me on my high places.

But it was you, a man like me, my companion, and my familiar friend.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

He maketh my feet like hinds' feet and setteth me upon my high places.

He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and setteth me upon my high places.

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

Sometimes I m treated like a foreigner in my own country, like I don t belong here.

I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.

My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.

For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

KT OK, but don't say my name like that.

I'd like you very much to accept my request.

My delegation would like to mention some of them.

Therefore my heart sounds like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for Kir Heres.

For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

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

Isn't my word like fire? says Yahweh and like a hammer that breaks the rock in pieces?

Like you, two of the most important persons in my life are women my Ah Ma (paternal grandma) and my Mom.

At Coreana Supermarket buying my kimchi because I like kimchi.