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Psalm 102:3 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

3 For my days were finished in smoke, and my bones burnt as fuel.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned as an hearth.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 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)

3 For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.

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Common English Bible

3 Because my days disappear like smoke, my bones are burned up as if in an oven;

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 He forgives all your iniquities. He heals all your infirmities.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 Who forgiveth all thy iniquities: who healeth all thy diseases.

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Psalm 102:3
11 Tagairtí Cros  

My skin was black from above me, and my bones burnt from heat


I was as a bottle in smoke; I forgot not thy laws.


Thou wilt not cover thy face from me; thou wilt not turn away thy servant in anger: thou, wert my help; thou wilt not leave me and thou wilt not forsake me, my God saving me.


For my life was finished in sorrow, and my years in sighing: my strength was weak in mine iniquity, and my bones fell away.


For thou my rock and my fortress; and for sake of thy name thou wilt guide me, and thou wilt protect me.


For the unjust shall perish, and the enemies of Jehovah as the preciousness of lambs: they ended in smoke; they ended.


For thine arrows came down upon me, and thy hand will press down upon me.


From height he sent fire into my bones, and it brought them down: he spread a net for my feet, he turned me away behind: he gave me desolation, being sad all the day.


He wasted away my flesh and my skin; he broke my bones.


(Which know not that of the morrow. For what your life? For it is a steam, appearing for a little, and then invisible.)


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