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Psalm 39:8 - New International Version (Anglicised)

8 Save me from all my transgressions; do not make me the scorn of fools.

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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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 then said I, Behold I come. In the head of the book it is written of me

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Psalm 39:8
19 Tagairtí Cros  

Take away the disgrace I dread, for your laws are good.


I wait for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning.


He himself will redeem Israel from all their sins.


For the sake of your name, Lord, forgive my iniquity, though it is great.


Look on my affliction and my distress and take away all my sins.


They sneer at me and say, ‘Aha! Aha! With our own eyes we have seen it.’


You have made us a reproach to our neighbours, the scorn and derision of those around us.


Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God, you who are God my Saviour, and my tongue will sing of your righteousness.


He sends from heaven and saves me, rebuking those who hotly pursue me – God sends forth his love and his faithfulness.


When we were overwhelmed by sins, you forgave our transgressions.


We are objects of contempt to our neighbours, of scorn and derision to those around us.


Let the priests, who minister before the Lord, weep between the portico and the altar. Let them say, ‘Spare your people, Lord. Do not make your inheritance an object of scorn, a byword among the nations. Why should they say among the peoples, “Where is their God?” ’


The Lord replied to them: ‘I am sending you grain, new wine and olive oil, enough to satisfy you fully; never again will I make you an object of scorn to the nations.


You will again have compassion on us; you will tread our sins underfoot and hurl all our iniquities into the depths of the sea.


She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.’


who gave himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify for himself a people that are his very own, eager to do what is good.


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