Psalm 39:7 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

⁷ And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

⁷ And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

⁷ And now, Lord, what do I wait for and expect? My hope and expectation are in You.

American Standard Version (1901)

⁷ And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.

Common English Bible

⁷ So now, Lord, what should I be waiting for? My hope is set on you.

Catholic Public Domain Version

⁷ Sacrifice and oblation, you did not want. But you have perfected ears for me. Holocaust and sin offering, you did not require.

Psalm 39:7 Referencias Cruzadas

Romans 15:13

Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.

Psalm 38:15

For in thee, O Lord, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.

Psalm 119:81

My soul fainteth for thy salvation: but I hope in thy word.

Psalm 119:166

Lord, I have hoped for thy salvation, and done thy commandments.

Genesis 49:18

I have waited for thy salvation, O Lord.

Job 13:15

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.

Luke 2:25

And, behold, there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name was Simeon; and the same man was just and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel: and the Holy Ghost was upon him.

Job 14:2

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Psalm 49:11

Their inward thought is, that their houses shall continue for ever, and their dwelling places to all generations; they call their lands after their own names.

Ecclesiastes 2:21

For there is a man whose labor is in wisdom, and in knowledge, and in equity; yet to a man that hath not labored therein shall he leave it for his portion. This also is vanity and a great evil.

Ecclesiastes 4:8

There is one alone, and there is not a second; yea, he hath neither child nor brother: yet is there no end of all his labor; neither is his eye satisfied with riches; neither saith he, For whom do I labor, and bereave my soul of good? This is also vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.