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Psalm 39:12 - American Standard Version (1901)

12 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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 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.

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Common English Bible

12 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.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 O Lord, do not take your tender mercies far from me. Your mercy and your truth ever sustain me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

12 Withhold not thou, O Lord, thy tender mercies from me: thy mercy and thy truth have always upheld me.

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English Standard Version 2016

12 “Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears! For I am a sojourner with you, a guest, like all my fathers.

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Psalm 39:12
19 Tagairtí Cros  

And Abraham sojourned in the land of the Philistines many days.


And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty years: few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they 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 Jehovah will look on the wrong done unto me, and that Jehovah will requite me good for his cursing of me this day.


Turn back, and say to Hezekiah the prince of my people, Thus saith Jehovah, the God of David thy father, I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tears: behold, I will heal thee; on the third day thou shalt go up unto the house of Jehovah.


For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as all our fathers were: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no abiding.


Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.


My friends scoff at me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,


Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And let my cry come unto thee.


The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.


I am a sojourner in the earth: Hide not thy commandments from me.


Thy statutes have been my songs In the house of my pilgrimage.


Thou numberest my wanderings: Put thou my tears into thy bottle; Are they not in thy book?


For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.


And the land shall not be sold in perpetuity; for the land is mine: for ye are strangers and sojourners with me.


Being therefore always of good courage, and knowing that, whilst 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 greeted them from afar, and having confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.


Who in the days of his flesh, having offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and having been heard for his godly fear,


And if ye call on him as Father, who without respect of persons judgeth according to each man’s work, pass the time of your sojourning in fear:


Beloved, I beseech you as sojourners and pilgrims, to abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul;


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