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Psalm 102:3 - New Revised Standard Version

3 For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.

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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 turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.


For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, yet I have not forgotten your statutes.


Do not hide your face from me. Do not turn your servant away in anger, you who have been my help. Do not cast me off, do not forsake me, O God of my salvation!


For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my misery, and my bones waste away.


You are indeed my rock and my fortress; for your name's sake lead me and guide me,


But the wicked perish, and the enemies of the Lord are like the glory of the pastures; they vanish—like smoke they vanish away.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.


From on high he sent fire; it went deep into my bones; he spread a net for my feet; he turned me back; he has left me stunned, faint all day long.


He has made my flesh and my skin waste away, and broken my bones;


Yet you do not even know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.


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