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Psalm 119:124 - Tree of Life Version

124 Deal with Your servant as befits Your lovingkindness, 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 also gave Your good Ruach to teach them. You did not withhold Your manna from their mouth and You gave them water for their thirst.


He has not treated us according to our sins, or repaid us according to our iniquities.


Blessed are You, Adonai. Teach me Your statutes.


Turn to me and be gracious to me, as is fitting to those who love Your Name.


I told of my ways and You answered me. Teach me Your statutes.


May Your lovingkindnesses come to me, Adonai— Your salvation according to Your word—


Revive me with Your lovingkindness, so I may keep Your mouth’s testimony.


O Israel, wait for Adonai. For with Adonai there is lovingkindness, and with Him is full redemption,


How great is Your goodness, which You have stored up for those who fear You, which You have given to those who take refuge in You, before the children of men.


For the music director: a psalm of David,


Those who sit at the gate chatter about me, and I am the song of the drunkards.


Do not let floodwaters sweep over me, nor the deep swallow me up, nor the Pit shut its mouth over me.


Do not hold against us the sins of our fathers. May Your mercies come quickly to meet us, for we are brought very low.


Give ear, my God, and hear! Open Your eyes and see our desolation and the city called by Your name. We do not present our supplications before You because of our own righteousness, but because of Your great compassions.


“But the tax collector, standing some distance away, wouldn’t even lift his eyes toward heaven, but beat his chest, saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, the sinner!’


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