Psalm 102:3 - The Message3-11 I’m wasting away to nothing, I’m burning up with fever. I’m a ghost of my former self, half-consumed already by terminal illness. My jaws ache from gritting my teeth; I’m nothing but skin and bones. I’m like a buzzard in the desert, a crow perched on the rubble. Insomniac, I twitter away, mournful as a sparrow in the gutter. All day long my enemies taunt me, while others just curse. They bring in meals—casseroles of ashes! I draw drink from a barrel of my tears. And all because of your furious anger; you swept me up and threw me out. There’s nothing left of me— a withered weed, swept clean from the path. Ver CapítuloMás versionesKing James Version (Oxford) 17693 For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned as an hearth. Ver CapítuloAmplified Bible - Classic Edition3 For my days consume away like smoke, and my bones burn like a firebrand or like a hearth. Ver CapítuloAmerican Standard Version (1901)3 For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand. Ver CapítuloCommon English Bible3 Because my days disappear like smoke, my bones are burned up as if in an oven; Ver CapítuloCatholic Public Domain Version3 He forgives all your iniquities. He heals all your infirmities. Ver Capítulo |