3For my days are vanished like smoke: and my bones are grown dry like fuel for the fire.
3For my days are vanished like smoke: and my bones are grown dry like fuel for the fire.
1 The prayer of the poor man, when he was anxious, and poured out his supplication before the Lord. Hear, O Lord, my prayer: and let my cry come to thee.
2 Turn not away thy face from me: in the day when I am in trouble, incline thy ear to me. In what day soever I shall call upon thee, hear me speedily.
3 For my days are vanished like smoke: and my bones are grown dry like fuel for the fire.
4 I am smitten as grass, and my heart is withered: because I forgot to eat my bread.
5 Through the voice of my groaning, my bone hath cleaved to my flesh.
102:3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
102:3For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers.
102:3For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
102:3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a firebrand.
102:3For my days consume away like smoke, and my bones are burned as a firebrand.
102:3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
102:3For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.
102:3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
102:3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.