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Psalm 32:3 - Revised Standard Version

3 When I declared not my sin, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old Through my roaring all the day long.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 When I kept silence [before I confessed], my bones wasted away through my groaning all the day long.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.

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Common English Bible

3 When I kept quiet, my bones wore out; I was groaning all day long— every day, every night!—

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 Sing to him a new song. Sing psalms to him skillfully, with loud exclamation.

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Psalm 32:3
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I am utterly spent and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of thy indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.


though I call and cry for help, he shuts out my prayer;


My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning?


They do not cry to me from the heart, but they wail upon their beds; for grain and wine they gash themselves, they rebel against me.


He who conceals his transgressions will not prosper, but he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.


My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.


Fill me with joy and gladness; let the bones which thou hast broken rejoice.


He has made my flesh and my skin waste away, and broken my bones;


Judah has gone into exile because of affliction and hard servitude; she dwells now among the nations, but finds no resting place; her pursuers have all overtaken her in the midst of her distress.


We all growl like bears, we moan and moan like doves; we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.


Your sons have fainted, they lie at the head of every street like an antelope in a net; they are full of the wrath of the Lord, the rebuke of your God.


Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.


The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.


For my sighing comes as my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water.


And when the mourning was over, David sent and brought her to his house, and she became his wife, and bore him a son. But the thing that David had done displeased the Lord.


Because of the iniquity of his covetousness I was angry, I smote him, I hid my face and was angry; but he went on backsliding in the way of his own heart.


And they took their bones and buried them under the tamarisk tree in Jabesh, and fasted seven days.


A cheerful heart is a good medicine, but a downcast spirit dries up the bones.


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