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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4 When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.
5 My 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.
2 I was dumb `with' silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
3 Hot `is' my heart within me, In my meditating doth the fire burn, I have spoken with my tongue.
3 For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
4 Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17 At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
2 My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
10 For 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.
3 Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
4 For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.
6 I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7 For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8 I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9 Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
2 In 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.
3 I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
4 Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.
13 I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
3 Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
14 As 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.
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
40 I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
1 By 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.
27 My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
28 Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
16 I 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.
13 From 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.
3 My 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.
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
9 And 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.
17 For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
21 For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
9 I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
10 With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
17 And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
3 I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
3 When 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.
2 Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?
8 Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
6 I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
22 Thou hast seen, O Jehovah, Be not silent, O Lord -- be not far from me,
14 And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
14 Yea, I am as a man who heareth not, And in his mouth are no reproofs.