| For I have satiated the weary soul, and I have replenished every sorrowful soul. | For I have satiated the weary soul, and I have replenished every sorrowful soul. |
| And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart. | And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. |
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| But those who wait on 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. | 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. |
| Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the Lord, The Creator of the ends of the earth, Neither faints nor is weary. His understanding is unsearchable. | 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. |
| Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. | Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. |
| He gives power to the weak, And to those who have no might He increases strength. | He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength. |
| Do not overwork to be rich; Because of your own understanding, cease! | Labour not to be rich: cease from thine own wisdom. |
| O God, You are my God; Early will I seek You; My soul thirsts for You; My flesh longs for You In a dry and thirsty land Where there is no water. | 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. |
| My son, do not despise the chastening of the Lord, Nor detest His correction; For whom the Lord loves He corrects, Just as a father the son in whom he delights. | My son, despise not the chastening of the Lord; neither be weary of his correction: For whom the Lord loveth he correcteth; even as a father the son in whom he delighteth. |
| I spread out my hands to You; My soul longs for You like a thirsty land. Selah | I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah. |
