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,
Psalm 32:3 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 While I kept silent, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long. Plus de versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old Through my roaring all the day long. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition When I kept silence [before I confessed], my bones wasted away through my groaning all the day long. American Standard Version (1901) When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long. Common English Bible When I kept quiet, my bones wore out; I was groaning all day long— every day, every night!— Catholic Public Domain Version Sing to him a new song. Sing psalms to him skillfully, with loud exclamation. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Sing to him a new canticle, sing well unto him with a loud noise. |
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 like my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping 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 utterly spent and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.
Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have crushed rejoice.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are shaking with terror.
A cheerful heart is a good medicine, but a downcast spirit dries up the bones.
No one who conceals transgressions will prosper, but one who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.
Your children 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 their wicked covetousness I was angry; I struck them; I hid and was angry, but they kept turning back to their own ways.
We all growl like bears; like doves we moan mournfully. We wait for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.
Judah has gone into exile with suffering and hard servitude; she lives now among the nations; she finds no resting place; her pursuers have all overtaken her in the midst of her distress.
They do not cry to me from the heart, but they wail upon their beds; they gash themselves for grain and wine; they rebel against me.
Then they took their bones and buried them under the tamarisk tree in Jabesh and fasted seven days.