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.
Psalm 32:3 - English Standard Version 2016 For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing 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. |
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 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 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.
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.
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.