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Psalm 39:12 - Modern English Version

12 Hear my prayer, O  Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with You, 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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Psalm 39:12
19 Tagairtí Cros  

Abraham stayed in the land of the Philistines many days.


And Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The days of the years of my pilgrimage are one hundred and thirty years. My days of the years of my life have been few and evil, and they have not attained to the days of the years of the lives of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.”


Perhaps today the Lord will look upon my guilt and return kindness instead of his cursing.”


“Turn back and say to Hezekiah the leader 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 and sojourners before You, just as all our fathers were. Our days on earth are like a shadow, and there is no hope.


“Man, as a rotten thing, decays, as a garment that is moth eaten.


My friends scorn me; my eyes pour out tears unto God.


Hear my prayer, O  Lord, and let my cry come to You.


The cords of death encompassed me, and the pangs of Sheol took hold of me; I found trouble and sorrow.


I am a stranger on the earth; hide not Your commandments from me.


Your statutes have been my songs in the house of my sojourning.


You keep count of my wanderings; put my tears in Your bottle; are they not in Your book?


For all our days pass away under Your wrath; we finish our years like a whisper.


The land shall not be permanently sold, for the land is Mine, for you are foreigners and sojourners with Me.


Therefore we are always confident, knowing that while 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 from afar were assured of them, embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims 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. He was heard because of His godly fear.


And if you address as Father the One who impartially judges according to each one’s work, conduct yourselves in fear during the time of your sojourning.


Dearly beloved, I implore you as aliens and refugees, abstain from fleshly lusts, which wage war against the soul.


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