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Psalm 39:8 - Modern English Version

8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; do not make me the reproach of the foolish.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; make me not the scorn and reproach of the [self-confident] fool!

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish.

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Common English Bible

8 Deliver me from all my sins; don’t make me some foolish person’s joke.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 Then I said, "Behold, I draw near." At the head of the book, it has been written of me:

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Psalm 39:8
19 Tagairtí Cros  

Turn away my reproach which I dread, for Your judgments are good.


My soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning; indeed, more than those who watch for the morning.


And He will redeem Israel from all his iniquities.


For Your name’s sake, O  Lord, pardon my iniquity, for it is great.


Look on my affliction and my pain, and forgive all my sins.


They opened wide their mouths against me, and said, “Aha, aha, our eyes have seen it.”


You make us a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and a derision to those around us.


Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God, O God of my salvation, and my tongue will sing aloud of Your righteousness.


He will send from heaven and save me; He will reproach him who tramples on me.   Selah God will send forth His mercy and His truth.


Iniquities prevail against me; as for our transgressions, You will provide atonement for them.


We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to those who are around us.


Between the temple porch and the altar, let the priests, ministers of the Lord, weep and say, “Have pity upon Your people, and do not make Your inheritance a disgrace, a mockery among the nations. Why should they say among the peoples, ‘Where is their God?’ ”


So the Lord answered and said to His people, Behold, I am sending you grain, new wine, and oil, and you will be satisfied, and I will never again make you a disgrace among the nations.


He will again have compassion upon us. He will tread down our iniquities, and cast all of our sins into the depths of the sea.


She will bear a Son, and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins.”


who gave Himself for us, that He might redeem us from all lawlessness and purify for Himself a special people, zealous of good works.


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