Psalm 39:12 - Hebrew Names version (HNV) *Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry. Don't be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing 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. |
Ya`akov said to Par`oh, *The days of the years of my pilgrimage are one hundred thirty years. Few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.*
It may be that the LORD will look on the wrong done to me, and that the LORD will requite me good for [his] cursing of me this day.
Turn back, and tell Chizkiyahu the prince of my people, Thus says the LORD, the God of David your father, I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears: behold, I will heal you; on the third day you shall go up to the house of the LORD.
For we are strangers before you, and foreigners, as all our fathers were: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no abiding.
though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
The cords of death surrounded me, the pains of She'ol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.
You number my wanderings. You put my tears into your bottle. Aren't they in your book?
For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
*'The land shall not be sold in perpetuity, for the land is mine; for you are strangers and live as foreigners with me.
Therefore, we are always confident and know that while we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord;
These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them and embraced them from afar, and having confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.
He, in the days of his flesh, having offered up prayers and petitions with strong crying and tears to him who was able to save him from death, and having been heard for his godly fear,
If you call on him as Father, who without respect of persons judges according to each man's work, pass the time of your living as foriegners here in reverent fear:
Beloved, I beg you as foreigners and pilgrims, to abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul;