Biblia Todo Logo
Online Bible

- Advertisements -





Psalm 32:3 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

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

See the chapter Copy


More versions

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

See the chapter Copy

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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

See the chapter Copy

American Standard Version (1901)

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

See the chapter Copy

Common English Bible

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

See the chapter Copy

Catholic Public Domain Version

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

See the chapter Copy




Psalm 32:3
26 Cross References  

I am faint and sore bruised: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.


Yea, when I cry and call for help, he shutteth out my prayer.


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


And they have not cried unto me with their heart, but they howl upon their beds: they assemble themselves for corn and wine, they rebel against me.


He that covereth his transgressions shall not prosper: But whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall obtain mercy.


My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.


Make me to hear joy and gladness; That the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.


My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.


Judah is gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude; she dwelleth among the heathen, she findeth no rest: all her persecutors overtook her within the straits.


We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgement, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.


Thy sons have fainted, they lie at the top of all the streets, as an antelope in a net; they are full of the fury of the LORD, the rebuke of thy God.


Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am withered away: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.


In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.


For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my roarings are poured out like water


And when the mourning was past, David sent and took her home to his house, and she became his wife, and bare him a son. But the thing that David had done displeased the LORD.


For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth and smote him, I hid my face and was wroth: and he went on frowardly in the way of his heart.


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


A merry heart is a good medicine: But a broken spirit drieth up the bones.


Follow us:

Advertisements


Advertisements