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Psalm 32:3

Young's Literal Translation 1862

When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.

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and the mourning passeth by, and David sendeth and gathereth her unto his house, and she is to him for a wife, and beareth to him a son; and the thing which David hath done is evil in the eyes of Jehovah.

For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.

At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.

My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?

Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.

I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.

Thou causest me to hear joy and gladness, Thou makest joyful bones Thou hast bruised.

Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

A rejoicing heart doth good to the body, And a smitten spirit drieth the bone.

Whoso is covering his transgressions prospereth not, And he who is confessing and forsaking hath mercy.

Thy sons have been wrapt up, they have lain down, At the head of all out places, as a wild ox `in' a net, They are full of the fury of Jehovah, The rebuke of Thy God.

For the iniquity of his dishonest gain, I have been wroth, and I smite him, Hiding -- and am wroth, And he goeth on turning back in the way of his heart.

We make a noise as bears -- all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation -- it hath been far from us.

Removed hath Judah because of affliction, And because of the abundance of her service; She hath dwelt among nations, She hath not found rest, All her pursuers have overtaken her between the straits.

He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.

Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.

And have not cried unto Me with their heart, but howl on their beds, For corn and new wine they assemble themselves, They turn aside against Me.

and they take their bones, and bury `them' under the tamarisk in Jabesh, and fast seven days.




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