Psalm 39:12 - Revised Standard Version “Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears! For I am thy passing guest, a sojourner, like all my fathers. 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 to Pharaoh, “The days of the years of my sojourning are a hundred and 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 sojourning.”
It may be that the Lord will look upon my affliction, and that the Lord will repay me with good for this cursing of me today.”
“Turn back, and say to Hezekiah 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 thee, and sojourners, as all our fathers were; our days on the earth are like a shadow, and there is no abiding.
Man wastes away like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
The snares of death encompassed me; the pangs of Sheol laid hold on me; I suffered distress and anguish.
Thou hast kept count of my tossings; put thou my tears in thy bottle! Are they not in thy book?
For all our days pass away under thy wrath, our years come to an end like a sigh.
The land shall not be sold in perpetuity, for the land is mine; for you are strangers and sojourners with me.
So we are always of good courage; we know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord,
These all died in faith, not having received what was promised, but having seen it and greeted it from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth.
In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to him who was able to save him from death, and he was heard for his godly fear.
And if you invoke as Father him who judges each one impartially according to his deeds, conduct yourselves with fear throughout the time of your exile.
Beloved, I beseech you as aliens and exiles to abstain from the passions of the flesh that wage war against your soul.