Psalm 39:7 - Tree of Life Version

⁷ Everyone goes about as a mere phantom. Surely they are making an uproar in vain, heaping up stuff— yet not knowing who will gather it.

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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 may the God of hope fill you with all joy and shalom in trusting, so you may overflow with hope in the power of the Ruach ha-Kodesh.

Psalm 38:15

Yes, I am like one who cannot hear, whose mouth has no arguments.

Psalm 119:81

My soul faints with longing for Your salvation, but I still hope in Your word.

Psalm 119:166

I hope for Your salvation, Adonai, and do Your mitzvot.

Genesis 49:18

For your salvation I wait, Adonai!

Job 13:15

Even if He slays me, I will wait for Him; I will surely defend my ways before Him.

Luke 2:25

Now there was a man in Jerusalem whose name was Simeon, and this man was just and pious, waiting for the consolation of Israel. The Ruach ha-Kodesh was on him.

Job 14:2

Like a flower he comes up and withers; like a shadow he flees and does not stay.

Psalm 49:11

Surely he must see, even wise men die. The fool and the brutish will alike perish, leaving their wealth to others.

Ecclesiastes 2:21

For sometimes a man, who has labored with wisdom, knowledge and skill, must hand over as an inheritance to someone who did not work for it. This also is futile and a great misfortune.

Ecclesiastes 4:8

There is one who has no one else, neither son nor brother, yet there is no end to all his toil. His eyes are not content with riches. “So, for whom am I toiling, and depriving myself of prosperity?” This too is meaningless— a grievous task!