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.

¹¹ Dearly beloved, I beseech you as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul;

¹³ These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and 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 an hundred and thirty years: few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and 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 stranger in the earth: hide not thy commandments from me.

¹⁵ For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding.

²³ The land shall not be sold for ever: for the land is mine, for ye are strangers and sojourners with me.

⁸ Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

⁵ Turn again, and tell Hezekiah the captain of my people, Thus saith the LORD, 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 the LORD.

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

⁷ Who in the days of his flesh, when he had offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and was heard in that he feared;

⁶ Therefore we are always confident, 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 sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

¹ Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come unto thee.

²⁰ My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.

¹² It may be that the LORD will look on mine affliction, and that the LORD will requite me good for his cursing this day.