Psalms 32:3
When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
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4When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.
5My sin I cause Thee to know, And mine iniquity I have not covered. I have said, `I confess concerning My transgressions to Jehovah,' And Thou -- Thou hast taken away, The iniquity of my sin. Selah.
2I was dumb `with' silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
3Hot `is' my heart within me, In my meditating doth the fire burn, I have spoken with my tongue.
3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
4Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
2My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
3Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
4For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
2In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.
3I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
4Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.
13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
40I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
1By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, My rock, be not silent to me! Lest Thou be silent to me, And I have been compared With those going down to the pit.
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
16I have heard, and my belly trembleth, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness doth come into my bones, And in my place I do tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcometh it.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
3My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
15-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
9And I said, `I do not mention Him, Nor do I speak any more in His name,' And it hath been in my heart As a burning fire shut up in my bones, And I have been weary of containing, And I am not able.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
9I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
10With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
13For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
3When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
2Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?
8Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
6I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
22Thou hast seen, O Jehovah, Be not silent, O Lord -- be not far from me,
14And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
14Yea, I am as a man who heareth not, And in his mouth are no reproofs.