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.

¹¹ Beloved, I beseech you as sojourners and pilgrims, to abstain from fleshly lust, which war against the soul;

¹³ These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.

⁹ And Jacob said unto 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 they have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.

¹⁹ I am a sojourner in the earth: Hide not thy commandments from me.

¹⁵ For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as all our fathers were: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no abiding.

²³ And the land shall not be sold in perpetuity; for the land is mine: for ye are strangers and sojourners with me.

⁸ Thou numberest my wanderings: Put thou my tears into thy bottle; Are they not in thy book?

⁵ Turn back, and say to Hezekiah the prince of my people, Thus saith Jehovah, the God of David thy father, I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tears: behold, I will heal thee; on the third day thou shalt go up unto the house of Jehovah.

¹⁷ And if ye call on him as Father, who without respect of persons judgeth according to each man's work, pass the time of your sojourning in fear:

⁷ Who in the days of his flesh, having offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and having been heard for his godly fear,

⁶ Being therefore always of good courage, and knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord

⁵⁴ Thy statutes have been my songs In the house of my pilgrimage.

³ The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

¹ Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And let my cry come unto thee.

²⁰ My friends scoff at me: `But' mine eye poureth out tears unto God,

¹² It may be that Jehovah will look on the wrong done unto me, and that Jehovah will requite me good for `his' cursing of me this day.