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Psalm 32:3

American Standard Version (1901)

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

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I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned 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 groaning?

And they have not cried unto me with their heart, but they howl upon their beds: they assemble themselves for grain and new 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 nations, she findeth no rest: All her persecutors overtook her within the straits.

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

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

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

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 groanings 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 Jehovah.

For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him; I hid my face 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 in Jabesh, and fasted seven days.

A cheerful heart is a good medicine; But a broken spirit drieth up the bones.




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