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Psalm 39:12

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Listen to my prayer, O Lord. Open your ear to my cry for help. Do not be deaf to my tears, for I am a foreign resident with you, a stranger like all my ancestors.

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Dear friends, since you are foreigners and temporary residents ⌞in the world⌟, I’m encouraging you to keep away from the desires of your corrupt nature. These desires constantly attack you.

All these people died having faith. They didn’t receive the things that God had promised them, but they saw these things coming in the distant future and rejoiced. They acknowledged that they were living as strangers with no permanent home on earth.

I am a foreigner in this world. Do not hide your commandments from me.

“Land must never be sold permanently, because the land is mine. To me you are strangers without permanent homes.

Jacob answered Pharaoh, “The length of my stay on earth has been 130 years. The years of my life have been few and difficult, fewer than my ancestors’ years.”

So if you call God your Father, live your time as temporary residents on earth in fear. He is the God who judges all people by what they have done, and he doesn’t play favorites.

(You have kept a record of my wanderings. Put my tears in your bottle. They are already in your book.)

To you we are all like our ancestors— foreigners without permanent homes. Our days are as fleeting as shadows on the ground. There’s no hope ⌞for them⌟.

“Go back and say to Hezekiah, leader of my people, ‘This is what the Lord God of your ancestor David says: I’ve heard your prayer. I’ve seen your tears. Now I’m going to heal you. The day after tomorrow you will go to the Lord’s temple.

During his life on earth, Jesus prayed to God, who could save him from death. He prayed and pleaded with loud crying and tears, and he was heard because of his devotion to God.

The ropes of death became tangled around me. The horrors of the grave took hold of me. I experienced pain and agony.

the spokesman for my thoughts. My eyes drip ⌞with tears⌟ to God

Maybe the Lord will see my misery and turn his curse into a blessing for me today.”

So we are always confident. We know that as long as we are living in these bodies, we are living away from the Lord.

O Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry for help come to you.

Your laws have become like psalms to me in this place where I am only a foreigner.

Abraham lived a long time in the land of the Philistines.

I am like worn-out wineskins, like moth-eaten clothes.

Indeed, all our days slip away because of your fury. We live out our years like one ⌞long⌟ sigh.




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