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Numbers 11:15 - New International Version (Anglicised)

If this is how you are going to treat me, please go ahead and kill me right now – if I have found favour in your eyes – and do not let me face my own ruin.’

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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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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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Numbers 11:15
12 Tagairtí Cros  

while he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness. He came to a broom bush, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. ‘I have had enough, Lord,’ he said. ‘Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors.’


so that I prefer strangling and death, rather than this body of mine.


But now, please forgive their sin – but if not, then blot me out of the book you have written.’


Why is my pain unending and my wound grievous and incurable? You are to me like a deceptive brook, like a spring that fails.


Why did I ever come out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow and to end my days in shame?


Now, Lord, take away my life, for it is better for me to die than to live.’


The Lord has taken away your punishment, he has turned back your enemy. The Lord, the King of Israel, is with you; never again will you fear any harm.


Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.