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Psalm 32:3 - The Scriptures 2009

3 When I kept silent, my bones became old Through my groaning all the day.

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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
26 Cross References  

I have become weak and greatly crushed; I howled from the groaning of my heart.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your rage, Nor peace in my bones because of my sin.


Also, when I cry and shout, He shuts out my prayer.


My Ěl, My Ěl, why have You forsaken Me – Far from saving Me, far from the words of My groaning?


and did not cry out to Me with their heart when they wailed upon their beds. For grain and new wine they assemble themselves; they turn away from Me.


He who hides his transgressions does not prosper, But he who confesses and forsakes them finds compassion.


My skin became black upon me, and my bones burned with heat.


Let me hear joy and gladness, Let the bones You have crushed rejoice.


He has worn out my flesh and my skin, He has broken my bones.


Yehuḏah has gone into exile, Because of affliction and because of harsh labour. She has dwelt among nations, She has found no rest. All her pursuers have overtaken her Between narrow places.


All of us growl like bears, and moan sadly like doves. We look for right-ruling, but there is none; for deliverance, but it is far from us.


Your sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, like a gazelle in a net. They are filled with the wrath of יהוה, the rebuke of your Elohim.


Show favour to me, O יהוה, for I am fading away; O יהוה, heal me, for my bones have been troubled.


My bones have been pierced in me at night, and my gnawings never lie down.


For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings pour out like water.


And when her mourning was over, Dawiḏ sent and brought her to his house, and she became his wife and bore him a son. But the deed that Dawiḏ had done was evil in the eyes of יהוה.


“For the crookedness of his unfair gain I was wroth and I struck him. I hid Myself and was wroth, and he went on backsliding in the way of his heart.


And they took their bones and buried them under the tamarisk tree at Yaḇĕsh, and fasted for seven days.


A rejoicing heart causes good healing, But a stricken spirit dries the bones.


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