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Psalm 102:3 - King James Version - American Edition

For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a hearth.

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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 is black upon 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 far from me; put not thy servant away in anger: thou hast been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.


For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.


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 fat of lambs: they shall consume; into smoke shall they consume away.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.


From above 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. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.