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Psalm 102:3 - Modern King James Version

For my days go up like smoke, and my bones glow like 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
11 Tagairtí Cros  

My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.


For I am like a wineskin in the smoke; I do not forget Your Precepts.


Hide not Your face from me. Turn not Your servant away in anger; You have been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.


For my life is ending with grief, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones have wasted away.


For You are my rock and my fortress; and for Your name's sake lead me and guide me.


But the wicked shall pass, and the enemies of Jehovah shall be like the beauty of pastures; they are consumed, like smoke they perish.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your anger; nor rest in my bones because of my sin.


From above He has sent fire into my bones and it has laid them low. He has spread a net for my feet; He has turned me back; He has made me amazed and faint all the day.


He has wasted my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.


who do not know of the morrow. For what is your life? For it is a vapor, which appears for a little time, and then disappears.