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Numbers 11:15 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

But if it seem unto thee otherwise, I beseech thee to kill me: and let me find grace in thy eyes, that I be not afflicted with so great evils.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

And if thou deal thus with me, kill me, I pray thee, out of hand, if I have found favour in thy sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

And if this is the way You deal with me, kill me, I pray You, at once, and be granting me a favor and let me not see my wretchedness [in the failure of all my efforts].

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American Standard Version (1901)

And if thou deal thus with me, kill me, I pray thee, out of hand, if I have found favor in thy sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.

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Common English Bible

If you’re going to treat me like this, please kill me. If I’ve found favor in your eyes, then don’t let me endure this wretched situation.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

But if it seems to you otherwise, I beg you to put me to death, and so may I find grace in your eyes, lest I be afflicted with such evils."

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English Standard Version 2016

If you will treat me like this, kill me at once, if I find favor in your sight, that I may not see my wretchedness.”

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Numbers 11:15
12 Tagairtí Cros  

And he went forward, one day's journey into the desert. And when he was there, and sat under a juniper-tree, he requested for his soul that he might die, and said: It is enough for me. Lord, take away my soul; for I am no better than my fathers.


So that my soul rather chooseth hanging: and my bones death.


Or if thou do not, strike me out of the book that thou hast written.


Why is my sorrow become perpetual, and my wound desperate so as to refuse to be healed? It is become to me as the falsehood of deceitful waters that cannot be trusted.


Why came I out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, and that my days should be spent in confusion?


And now, O Lord, I beseech thee take my life from me: for it is better for me to die than to live.


The Lord hath taken away thy judgment, he hath turned away thy enemies: the king of Israel the Lord is in the midst of thee, thou shalt fear evil no more.


And patience hath a perfect work; that you may be perfect and entire, failing in nothing.