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Psalm 102:3 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned as an hearth.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

For my days consume away like smoke, and my bones burn like a firebrand or like a hearth.

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American Standard Version (1901)

For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.

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Common English Bible

Because my days disappear like smoke, my bones are burned up as if in an oven;

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Catholic Public Domain Version

He forgives all your iniquities. He heals all your infirmities.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Who forgiveth all thy iniquities: who healeth all thy diseases.

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Psalm 102:3
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My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.


For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; Yet do I not forget thy statutes.


Hide not thy face from me; Put not thy servant away in anger: Thou hast been my help; Cast me not off, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.


For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are wasted away.


For thou art my rock and my fortress; Therefore for thy name's sake lead me and guide me.


But the wicked shall perish, And the enemies of the LORD shall be as the excellency of the pastures: They shall consume; in smoke shall they consume away.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.


From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back; he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.


My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.


whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.