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Psalm 39:12 - Modern King James Version

12 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry. Do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with You, a pilgrim, 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 lived in the Philistines' land many days.


And Jacob said to 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 I have not attained to 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 my affliction, and that Jehovah will repay me with good for his cursing this day.


Return again and tell Hezekiah the leader of My people, So says Jehovah, 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 Jehovah.


For we are strangers before You, and pilgrims, as our fathers were. Our days on the earth are like a shadow, and none abides.


And he wears out like a rotten thing, like a garment that a moth eats.


My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God.


A prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed and pours out his complaint before Jehovah. Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and let my cry come to You.


The sorrows of death hemmed me in, and the pains of hell took hold on me; I found trouble and sorrow.


I am a stranger in the earth; do not hide Your Commandments from me.


Your Precepts have been my songs in the house of my pilgrimage.


You number my wandering; O put my tears into Your bottle; are they not in Your Book?


For all our days pass away in Your wrath; we finish our years like a murmur.


The land shall not be sold forever; for the land is Mine. For you are strangers and pilgrims with Me.


Then being always confident, knowing that while we are at home in the body, we are away from home from the Lord;


These all died by way of faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off. And they were persuaded of them and embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.


For Jesus, in the days of His flesh, when He had offered up prayers and supplications with strong cryings and tears to Him who was able to save Him from death, and was heard in that He feared,


And if you call on the Father, who without respect of persons judges according to the work of each one, pass the time of your earthly residence in fear,


Dearly beloved, I exhort you as temporary residents and pilgrims to abstain from fleshly lusts which war against the soul,


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