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Numbers 11:15 - Tree of Life Version

15 If this is how You are treating me, kill me now! If I have found favor in Your eyes, kill me please—don’t let me see my own misery!”

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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.

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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].

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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.

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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.”

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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."

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Numbers 11:15
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So please, Adonai, take my soul from me—because better is my death than my life.”


Why did I ever come forth out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow, and my days end in shame?


But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a broom bush. He prayed that he might die. “It’s too much!” he said. “Now, Adonai, take my life! For I’m no better than my fathers.”


Adonai has taken away your punishments. He has turned back your adversary. The King of Israel, Adonai, is in your midst. Never again will you fear harm.


Yet now, please forgive their sin. But if not, please blot me out of Your book that You have written.”


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


Why is my pain unending and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will You be to me like a mirage of water that is undependable?


so that my soul prefers strangulation, and my bones death.


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