And when the mourning was past, David sent and took her home to his house, and she became his wife, and bare him a son. But the thing that David had done displeased Jehovah.
Psalm 32:3 - American Standard Version (1901) When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long. 更多版本King 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. 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. English Standard Version 2016 For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. |
And when the mourning was past, David sent and took her home to his house, and she became his wife, and bare him a son. But the thing that David had done displeased Jehovah.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Make me to hear joy and gladness, That the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
He that covereth his transgressions shall not prosper; But whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall obtain mercy.
Thy sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, as an antelope in a net; they are full of the wrath of Jehovah, the rebuke of thy God.
For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him; I hid my face and was wroth; and he went on backsliding in the way of his heart.
We roar all like bears, and moan sore like doves: we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.
Judah is gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude; She dwelleth among the nations, she findeth no rest: All her persecutors overtook her within the straits.
And they have not cried unto me with their heart, but they howl upon their beds: they assemble themselves for grain and new wine; they rebel against me.
And they took their bones, and buried them under the tamarisk-tree in Jabesh, and fasted seven days.