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Psalm 39:12 - New Revised Standard Version

12 “Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not hold your peace at my tears. For I am your passing guest, an alien, like all my forebears.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, And a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; hold not Your peace at my tears! For I am Your passing guest, a temporary resident, as all my fathers were.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.

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Common English Bible

12 Hear my prayer, LORD! Listen closely to my cry for help! Please don’t ignore my tears! I’m just a foreigner— an immigrant staying with you, just like all my ancestors were.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 O Lord, do not take your tender mercies far from me. Your mercy and your truth ever sustain me.

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Psalm 39:12
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Beloved, I urge you as aliens and exiles to abstain from the desires of the flesh that wage war against the soul.


All of these died in faith without having received the promises, but from a distance they saw and greeted them. They confessed that they were strangers and foreigners on the earth,


I live as an alien in the land; do not hide your commandments from me.


The land shall not be sold in perpetuity, for the land is mine; with me you are but aliens and tenants.


Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The years of my earthly sojourn are one hundred thirty; few and hard have been the years of my life. They do not compare with the years of the life of my ancestors during their long sojourn.”


If you invoke as Father the one who judges all people impartially according to their deeds, live in reverent fear during the time of your exile.


You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your record?


For we are aliens and transients before you, as were all our ancestors; our days on the earth are like a shadow, and there is no hope.


“Turn back, and say to Hezekiah prince of my people, Thus says the Lord, the God of your ancestor David: I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears; indeed, I will heal you; on the third day you shall go up to the house of the Lord.


In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to the one who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverent submission.


The snares of death encompassed me; the pangs of Sheol laid hold on me; I suffered distress and anguish.


My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,


It may be that the Lord will look on my distress, and the Lord will repay me with good for this cursing of me today.”


So we are always confident; even though we know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord—


Hear my prayer, O Lord; let my cry come to you.


Your statutes have been my songs wherever I make my home.


And Abraham resided as an alien many days in the land of the Philistines.


One wastes away like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.


For all our days pass away under your wrath; our years come to an end like a sigh.


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