Psalm 39:7 - Revised Version 1885

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, in the power of the Holy Ghost.

Psalm 38:15

For in thee, O LORD, do I hope: Thou wilt answer, O Lord my God.

Psalm 119:81

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

Psalm 119:166

I have hoped for thy salvation, O LORD, And have done thy commandments.

Genesis 49:18

I have waited for thy salvation, O LORD.

Job 13:15

Though he slay me, yet will I wait for him: Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.

Luke 2:25

And behold, there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name was Simeon; and this man was righteous and devout, looking for the consolation of Israel: and the Holy Spirit 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 labour is with wisdom, and with knowledge, and with skilfulness; yet to a man that hath not laboured therein shall he leave it for his portion. This also is vanity and a great evil.

Ecclesiastes 4:8

There is one that is alone, and he hath not a second; yea, he hath neither son nor brother; yet is there no end of all his labour, neither are his eyes satisfied with riches. For whom then, saith he, do I labour, and deprive my soul of good? This also is vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.