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Psalm 102:3 - English Standard Version 2016

For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.

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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
11 Tagairtí Cros  

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


For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, yet I have not forgotten your statutes.


Hide not your face from me. Turn not your servant away in anger, O you who have been my help. Cast me not off; forsake me not, O God of my salvation!


For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones waste away.


For you are my rock and my fortress; and for your name’s sake you lead me and guide me;


But the wicked will perish; the enemies of the Lord are like the glory of the pastures; they vanish—like smoke they vanish away.


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


“From on high he sent fire; into my bones he made it descend; he spread a net for my feet; he turned me back; he has left me stunned, faint all the day long.


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


yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.