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Psalm 119:124 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

124 Deal with your servant according to your loving kindness. Teach me your statutes.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

124 Deal with thy servant according unto thy mercy, And teach me thy statutes.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

124 Deal with Your servant according to Your mercy and loving-kindness, and teach me Your statutes.

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American Standard Version (1901)

124 Deal with thy servant according unto thy lovingkindness, And teach me thy statutes.

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Common English Bible

124 Act toward your servant according to your faithful love. Teach me your statutes!

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Psalm 119:124
19 Tagairtí Cros  

You gave also your good Spirit to instruct them, and didn't withhold your manna from their mouth, and gave them water for their thirst.


He has not dealt with us according to our sins, nor repaid us for our iniquities.


Blessed are you, LORD. Teach me your statutes.


Turn to me, and have mercy on me, as you always do to those who love your name.


I declared my ways, and you answered me. Teach me your statutes.


Let your loving kindness also come to me, LORD, your yeshu`ah, according to your word.


Preserve my life according to your loving kindness, so I will obey the statutes of your mouth.


Yisra'el, hope in the LORD, for with the LORD there is loving kindness. With him is abundant redemption.


In the shelter of your presence you will hide them from the plotting of man. You will keep them secretly in a dwelling away from the strife of tongues.


But as for me, my prayer is to you, LORD, in an acceptable time. God, in the abundance of your loving kindness, answer me in the truth of your yeshu`ah.


Answer me, LORD, for your loving kindness is good. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, turn to me.


Don't hold the iniquities of our forefathers against us. Let your tender mercies speedily meet us, for we are in desperate need.


My God, turn your ear, and hear; open your eyes, and see our desolations, and the city which is called by your name: for we do not present our petitions before you for our righteousness, but for your great mercies' sake.


But the tax collector, standing far away, wouldn't even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, 'God, be merciful to me, a sinner!'


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