Numbers 11:15 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

¹⁵ If you deal thus with me, please kill me out of hand, if I have found favor in your sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.

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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.

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].

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.

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.”

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."

Numbers 11:15 Referencias Cruzadas

Jonah 4:3

Therefore now, LORD, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.*

Jeremiah 20:18

Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?

1 Kings 19:4

But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die, and said, It is enough; now, O LORD, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.

Zephaniah 3:15

The LORD has taken away your judgments. He has thrown out your enemy. The King of Yisra'el, the LORD, is in the midst of you. You will not be afraid of evil any more.

Exodus 32:32

Yet now, if you will, forgive their sin--and if not, please blot me out of your book which you have written.*

James 1:4

Let endurance have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.

Jeremiah 15:18

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? will you indeed be to me as a deceitful [brook], as waters that fail?

Job 7:15

so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.