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Psalm 32:3

The English Standar Version

For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

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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.

For my sighing comes instead of[1] my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water.

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

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

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning?

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

I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.

Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have broken rejoice.

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

A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

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

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.

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

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

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.[1]

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

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

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.

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




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