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Psalm 39:12 - King James Version - American Edition

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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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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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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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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Psalm 39:12
19 Tagairtí Cros  

And Abraham sojourned in the Philistines' land 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 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 mine affliction, and that the Lord will requite me good for his cursing this day.


Turn again, and tell Hezeki´ah the captain of my people, Thus saith the Lord, 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 the Lord.


For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding.


And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth-eaten.


My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.


Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come unto thee.


The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.


I am a stranger in the earth: hide not thy commandments from me.


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


Thou tellest 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 spend our years as a tale that is told.


The land shall not be sold for ever: for the land is mine; for ye are strangers and sojourners with me.


Therefore we are always confident, 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 afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims 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 ye call on the Father, who without respect of persons judgeth according to every man's work, pass the time of your sojourning here in fear:


Dearly beloved, I beseech you as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul;


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