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Psalm 31:10 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

10 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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 For my life is spent with grief, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are consumed.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

10 For my life is spent with sorrow and my years with sighing; my strength has failed because of my iniquity, and even my bones have wasted away.

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American Standard Version (1901)

10 For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.

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Common English Bible

10 My life is consumed with sadness; my years are consumed with groaning. Strength fails me because of my suffering; my bones dry up.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

10 Many are the scourges of the sinner, but mercy will surround him that hopes in the Lord.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

10 Many are the scourges of the sinner, but mercy shall encompass him that hopeth in the Lord.

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Psalm 31:10
12 Tagairtí Cros  

How long take counsel in my soul, still sad in heart, shall I? How long exalted over me Shall be mine enemy?


O Lord, give ear unto my voice, when I do cry to thee; Upon me also mercy have, and do thou answer me.


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.


When with rebukes thou dost correct man for iniquity, Thou wastes his beauty like a moth: sure each man's vanity.


Hence from me, wicked workers all; For God hath heard my weeping cries.


O do not cast me off, when as old age doth overtake me; And when my strength decayed is, then do not thou forsake me.


Wherefore their days in vanity he did consume and waste; And by his wrath their wretched years away in trouble past.


Distress'd am I, and from my youth I ready am to die; Thy terrors I have borne, and am distracted fearfully.


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