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Psalm 119:124 - New Revised Standard Version

124 Deal with your servant according to your steadfast love, and teach me your statutes.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

124 Deal with thy servant according unto thy mercy, And teach me thy statutes.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

124 Deal with Your servant according to Your mercy and loving-kindness, and teach me Your statutes.

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American Standard Version (1901)

124 Deal with thy servant according unto thy lovingkindness, And teach me thy statutes.

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Common English Bible

124 Act toward your servant according to your faithful love. Teach me your statutes!

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Psalm 119:124
19 Tagairtí Cros  

You gave your good spirit to instruct them, and did not withhold your manna from their mouths, and gave them water for their thirst.


He does not deal with us according to our sins, nor repay us according to our iniquities.


Blessed are you, O Lord; teach me your statutes.


Turn to me and be gracious to me, as is your custom toward those who love your name.


When I told of my ways, you answered me; teach me your statutes.


Let your steadfast love come to me, O Lord, your salvation according to your promise.


In your steadfast love spare my life, so that I may keep the decrees of your mouth.


O Israel, hope in the Lord! For with the Lord there is steadfast love, and with him is great power to redeem.


In the shelter of your presence you hide them from human plots; you hold them safe under your shelter from contentious tongues.


Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions.


But as for me, my prayer is to you, O Lord. At an acceptable time, O God, in the abundance of your steadfast love, answer me. With your faithful help


Answer me, O Lord, for your steadfast love is good; according to your abundant mercy, turn to me.


Do not remember against us the iniquities of our ancestors; let your compassion come speedily to meet us, for we are brought very low.


Incline your ear, O my God, and hear. Open your eyes and look at our desolation and the city that bears your name. We do not present our supplication before you on the ground of our righteousness, but on the ground of your great mercies.


But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even look up to heaven, but was beating his breast and saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’


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