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1 Chronicles 29:15

King James 2000

For we are strangers before you, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no abiding.

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And Abraham sojourned in the Philistines' land many days.

I am a stranger and a sojourner with you: give me a possession of a burying place with you, that I may bury my dead out of my sight.

And give you the blessing of Abraham, to you, and to your descendants with you; that you may inherit the land in which you are a stranger, which God gave unto Abraham.

For their riches were more than that they might dwell together; and the land in which they were strangers could not bear them because of their cattle.

And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty years: few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.

But who am I, and who are my people, that we should be able to offer so willingly as this? for all things come from you, and of your own have we given you.

O LORD our God, all this abundance that we have prepared to build you a house for your holy name comes from your hand, and is all your own.

But man dies, and wastes away: yea, man expires, and where is he?

He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down: he flees also as a shadow, and continues not.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)

My days are like a shadow that declines; and I am withered like grass.

I am a stranger in the earth: hide not your commandments from me.

Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not your peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with you, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and be no more.

For all our days are passed away in your wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.

For who knows what is good for man in this life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?

The land shall not be sold forever: for the land is mine; for you are strangers and sojourners with me.

Whereas you know not what shall be tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.

Dearly beloved, I beseech you as aliens and exiles, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul;




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