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Psalm 102:3 - Y'all Version Bible

3 For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

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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 grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.


For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don’t forget your statutes.


Don’t hide your face from me. Don’t turn your servant away in anger. You have been my helper. Don’t abandon me, or forsake me, God of my salvation.


For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.


For you are my rock and my fortress, therefore for your name’s sake lead me and guide me.


But the wicked will perish. The enemies of YHWH will be like the beauty of the fields. They will vanish— vanish like smoke.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.


“From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them. He has spread a net for my feet. He has turned me back. He has made me desolate and I faint all day long.


He has made my flesh and my skin old. He has broken my bones.


Yet y’all don’t know what will happen tomorrow. For what is y’all’s life? Y’all are a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.


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