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1 Chronicles 29:15

Modern King James Version

For we are strangers before You, and pilgrims, as our fathers were. Our days on the earth are like a shadow, and none abides.

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And Abraham lived in the Philistines' land many days.

I am a stranger and a visitor with you. Give me a possession of a burying place with you, so that I may bury my dead out of my sight.

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

For their riches were more than that they might dwell together. And the land of their travels could not bear them because of their cattle.

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

But who am I, and who my people, that we should be able to offer so willingly after this sort? For all things are from You, and we have given to You that which is Yours.

O Jehovah our God, all this store 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 is cut off; and man expires, and where is he?

He comes forth like a flower, and withers; he also flees as a shadow, and does not stand.

for we are but of yesterday and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.

My days are like a shadow stretched out; and I wither like grass.

I am a stranger in the earth; do not hide Your Commandments from me.

Man is like vanity; his days are like a shadow that passes away.

Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry. Do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with You, a pilgrim, as all my fathers were.

Look away from me, and I will smile before I go away and be no more.

For all our days pass away in Your wrath; we finish our years like a murmur.

For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends as 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 pilgrims with Me.

who do not know of the morrow. For what is your life? For it is a vapor, which appears for a little time, and then disappears.

Dearly beloved, I exhort you as temporary residents and pilgrims to abstain from fleshly lusts which war against the soul,




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