When the time of mourning was over, David sent someone who brought her to his palace. So she became his wife and bore him a son. But the thing David had done was evil in Adonai’s eyes.
Psalm 32:3 - Tree of Life Version When I kept silent, my bones became brittle 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. |
When the time of mourning was over, David sent someone who brought her to his palace. So she became his wife and bore him a son. But the thing David had done was evil in Adonai’s eyes.
For my sighing comes instead of my bread, and my groans pour out like water.
For Your arrows have sunk deep into me and Your hand has pressed down on me.
For my heart is filled with burning pain, and there is no health in my body.
Surely You desire truth in the inner being. Make me know wisdom inwardly.
Adonai, do not rebuke me in Your anger! Do not discipline me in Your wrath.
A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
One who covers up his transgressions will not prosper, but whoever confesses and forsakes them finds mercy.
Your sons have fainted. They lie at every street corner, like an antelope in a net. They are full of Adonai’s fury, the rebuke of your God.
Because of the iniquity of his unjust gain I was angry; I struck him; I hid My face; I was angry—but he went on backsliding in the way of his heart.
All of us growl like bears or moan like doves. We hope for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.
Judah is gone into exile under affliction and great servitude. She dwells among the nations. She finds no resting place. All her pursuers have overtaken her in the midst of her distress.
Nor did they not cry to Me in their heart when they were wailing on their beds. For the sake of grain and new wine they slash themselves— they keep turning away from Me.
They took their bones and buried them under the tamarisk tree in Jabesh and fasted for seven days.