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Psalm 38:11 - Tree of Life Version

11 My heart pounds, my strength fails me. The light of my eyes—also, not with me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; And my kinsmen stand afar off.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague; and my neighbors and my near ones stand afar off. [Luke 23:49.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague; And my kinsmen stand afar off.

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Common English Bible

11 My loved ones and friends keep their distance from me in my sickness; those who were near me now stay far away.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Remove your scourges from me.

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Psalm 38:11
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For my life is consumed in sorrow and my years in sighing. My strength fails because of my anguish and my bones waste away.


But all Yeshua’s acquaintances, and the women who were following Him from the Galilee, were standing at a distance, watching these things.


Like water they surge around me all day. They close in on me together.


Look, the hour is coming—indeed has come—when you will be scattered, each to his own, and you will abandon Me. Yet I am not alone, because the Father is with Me.


Then they seized Yeshua and led Him away and brought Him into the house of the kohen gadol . But Peter was following from a distance.


But all this has happened so that the writings of the prophets would be fulfilled.” Then all the disciples fled, abandoning Him.


Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our pains. Yet we esteemed Him stricken, struck by God, and afflicted.


Because of oppression and judgment He was taken away. As for His generation, who considered? For He was cut off from the land of the living, for the transgression of my people— the stroke was theirs


My strength is dried up like a clay pot, my tongue clings to my jaws. You lay me in the dust of death.


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