| He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength. | He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength. |
| But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. | But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint. |
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| For I have satiated the weary soul, and I have replenished every sorrowful soul. | For I will satisfy the weary soul, and every languishing soul I will replenish. |
| For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day. | So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. |
| And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. | And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. |
| Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding. | Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable. |
| To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty. | He who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty. |
| I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. | I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living! |
| O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is. | O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. |
