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Numbers 11:15 - Catholic Public Domain Version

15 But if it seems to you otherwise, I beg you to put me to death, and so may I find grace in your eyes, lest I be afflicted with such evils."

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

15 And if thou deal thus with me, kill me, I pray thee, out of hand, if I have found favour in thy sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

15 And if this is the way You deal with me, kill me, I pray You, at once, and be granting me a favor and let me not see my wretchedness [in the failure of all my efforts].

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American Standard Version (1901)

15 And if thou deal thus with me, kill me, I pray thee, out of hand, if I have found favor in thy sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.

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Common English Bible

15 If you’re going to treat me like this, please kill me. If I’ve found favor in your eyes, then don’t let me endure this wretched situation.”

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

15 But if it seem unto thee otherwise, I beseech thee to kill me: and let me find grace in thy eyes, that I be not afflicted with so great evils.

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Numbers 11:15
12 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

And now, Lord, I ask you to take my life from me. For it is better for me to die than to live."


Why did I depart from the womb, so that I would see hardship and sorrow, and so that my days would be consumed by trouble?"


And he continued on, into the desert, for one day's journey. And when he had arrived, and was sitting under a juniper tree, he requested for his soul that he might die. And he said: "It is enough for me, O Lord. Take my soul. For I am no better than my fathers."


The Lord has taken away your judgment; he has turned aside your foes. The king of Israel, the Lord, is in your midst; you shall no longer fear evil.


or, if you do not, then delete me from the book that you have written."


and patience brings a work to perfection, so that you may be perfect and whole, deficient in nothing.


Why has my sorrow become never-ending, and why has my wound become so dire that it refuses to be cured? It has become for me like the deception of untrustworthy waters."


so that, because of these things, my soul would choose hanging, and my bones, death.


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