For like a bottle I'm become, that in the smoke is set: I'm black, and parch'd with grief; yet I thy statutes not forget.
Psalm 102:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt, my days, like smoke, do waste. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned as an hearth. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition For my days consume away like smoke, and my bones burn like a firebrand or like a hearth. American Standard Version (1901) For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand. Common English Bible Because my days disappear like smoke, my bones are burned up as if in an oven; Catholic Public Domain Version He forgives all your iniquities. He heals all your infirmities. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Who forgiveth all thy iniquities: who healeth all thy diseases. |
For like a bottle I'm become, that in the smoke is set: I'm black, and parch'd with grief; yet I thy statutes not forget.
Far from me hide not thou thy face; put not away from thee Thy servant in thy wrath: thou hast an helper been to me. O God of my salvation, leave me not, nor forsake:
Because my life with grief is spent, my years with sighs and groans: My strength doth fail; and for my sin consumed are my bones.
Because thou art my rock, and thee I for my fortress take; Therefore do thou me lead and guide, ev'n for thine own name's sake.
But wicked men, and foes of God, as fat of lambs, decay; They shall consume, yea, into smoke they shall consume away.
And in my flesh there is no health, nor soundness any more. This grief I have, because thy wrath is forth against me gone; And in my bones there is no rest, for sin that I have done.