Psalm 39:12 - King James 2000 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. 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. |
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.
It may be that the LORD will look on my affliction, and that the LORD will repay me good for his cursing this day.
Turn again, and tell Hezekiah the ruler 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 unto the house of the LORD.
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.
And he, like a rotten thing, consumes, as a garment that is moth-eaten.
[A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed, and pours out his complaint before the LORD.] Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come unto you.
The sorrows of death surrounded me, and the pangs of sheol got hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
You number my wanderings: put you my tears into your bottle: are they not in your book?
For all our days are passed away in your wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
The land shall not be sold forever: for the land is mine; for you are strangers and sojourners with me.
Therefore we are always confident, knowing 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 afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and exiles on the earth.
Who in the days of his flesh, when he had offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and was heard in that he feared;
And if you call on the Father, who without respect of persons judges according to every man's work, pass the time of your exile here in fear:
Dearly beloved, I beseech you as aliens and exiles, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul;