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Psalm 39:12 - Y'all Version Bible

12 “Hear my prayer, YHWH, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, 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  

Abraham lived as a foreigner in the land of the Philistines many days.


Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The years of my pilgrimage are one hundred thirty years. The days of the years of my life have been few and evil. They 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 YHWH will look on the wrong done to me, and that YHWH will repay me good for the cursing of me today.”


“Turn back, and tell Hezekiah the prince of my people, ‘YHWH, the God of David your father, says, “I have heard your prayer. I have seen your tears. Look, I will heal you. On the third day, you will go up to the house of YHWH.


For we are strangers before you and foreigners, as all our fathers were. Our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no remaining.


though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.


My friends scoff at me, as my eyes pour out tears to God.


Hear my prayer, YHWH! Let my cry come to you.


The cords of death surrounded me, the pains of Sheol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.


I am a stranger on the earth. Don’t hide your commandments from me.


Your statutes have been my songs in the house where I live.


You count my wanderings. You put my tears into your container. Aren’t they in your book?


For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.


“‘The land must not be sold in perpetuity, because the land is mine. Y’all are strangers and live as foreigners with me.


Therefore we are always full of courage, knowing that while we are at home in the body, we are away from the Lord.


All of these people died in faith, not yet receiving the things promised. But they saw them far off and welcomed them, acknowledging that they were strangers and foreigners on the earth.


In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and petitions with strong cries and tears to the one who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverence.


If y’all address as Father the one who impartially judges each person’s work, y’all should live out your time on earth in reverent fear,


Beloved, I beg y’all as foreigners and immigrants to abstain from fleshly desires that war against the soul,


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