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Psalm 39:11 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 I have not hid thy justice within my heart: I have declared thy truth and thy salvation. I have not concealed thy mercy and thy truth from a great council.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 When with rebukes You correct and chasten man for sin, You waste his beauty like a moth and what is dear to him consumes away; surely every man is a mere breath. Selah [pause, and think calmly of that]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. [Selah

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Common English Bible

11 You discipline people for their sin, punishing them; like a moth, you ruin what they treasure. Yes, a human life is just a puff of air! Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 I have not concealed your justice within my heart. I have spoken your truth and your salvation. I have not concealed your mercy and your truth from a great assembly.

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Psalm 39:11
14 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

Who am to be consumed as rottenness, and as a garment that is moth-eaten.


Behold the Lord God is my helper: who is he that shall condemn me? Lo, they shall all be destroyed as a garment: the moth shall eat them up.


Such as I love, I rebuke and chastise. Be zealous therefore, and do penance.


For whom the Lord loveth, he chastiseth; and he scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.


To deliver such a one to Satan for the destruction of the flesh, that the spirit may be saved in the day of our Lord Jesus Christ.


But had a check of his madness, the dumb beast used to the yoke, which speaking with man's voice, forbade the folly of the prophet.


And I will be like a moth to Ephraim: and like rottenness to the house of Juda.


My skin is become black upon me: and my bones are dried up with heat.


How much more shall they that dwell in houses of clay, who have an earthly foundation, be consumed as with the moth?


Let him take his rod away from me and let not his fear terrify me.


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