And Abraham resided as an alien many days in the land of the Philistines.
Psalm 39:12 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 “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. More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 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. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition 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. American Standard Version (1901) 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. Common English Bible 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. Catholic Public Domain Version O Lord, do not take your tender mercies far from me. Your mercy and your truth ever sustain me. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Withhold not thou, O Lord, thy tender mercies from me: thy mercy and thy truth have always upheld me. |
And Abraham resided as an alien many days in the land of the Philistines.
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.”
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.”
“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.
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.
The snares of death encompassed me; the pangs of Sheol laid hold on me; I suffered distress and anguish.
You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your record?
For all our days pass away under your wrath; our years come to an end like a sigh.
The land shall not be sold in perpetuity, for the land is mine; with me you are but aliens and tenants.
So we are always confident, even though we know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord—
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,
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.
If you invoke as Father the one who judges impartially according to each person’s work, live in fear during the time of your exile.
Beloved, I urge you as aliens and exiles to abstain from the desires of the flesh that wage war against the soul.