<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><atom:link href="https://www.standrewscentre.org.nz/index.php/resources/online-bible/biblerss/gnb/19/39/rss.raw" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><image><url>https://www.standrewscentre.org.nz/media/com_zefaniabible/images/bible_100.jpg</url><title>Good News Bible</title><link>https://www.standrewscentre.org.nz/index.php/resources/online-bible/standard/gnb/19-psalm/39-chapter.html?ord=090526</link></image><title>Good News Bible</title><link>https://www.standrewscentre.org.nz/index.php/resources/online-bible/standard/gnb/19-psalm/39-chapter.html?ord=090526</link><generator>Zefania Bible</generator><language>en-gb</language><copyright>St Andrew's Centre Waiuku</copyright><description>Psalm chapter 39</description><item><title>Psalm chapter 39</title><link>https://www.standrewscentre.org.nz/index.php/resources/online-bible/standard/gnb/19-psalm/39-chapter.html?ord=090526</link><guid>https://www.standrewscentre.org.nz/index.php/resources/online-bible/standard/gnb/19-psalm/39-chapter.html?ord=090526</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2026 02:26:05 +0000</pubDate><description> I said, "I will be careful about what I do and will not let my tongue make me sin; I will not say anything while evil people are near."
				 I kept quiet, not saying a word, not even about anything good! But my suffering only grew worse,
				 and I was overcome with anxiety. The more I thought, the more troubled I became; I could not keep from asking:
				 " LORD, how long will I live? When will I die? Tell me how soon my life will end."
				 How short you have made my life! In your sight my lifetime seems nothing. Indeed every living being is no more than a puff of wind,
				 no more than a shadow. All we do is for nothing; we gather wealth, but don't know who will get it.
				 What, then, can I hope for, Lord? I put my hope in you.
				 Save me from all my sins, and don't let fools make fun of me.
				 I will keep quiet, I will not say a word, for you are the one who made me suffer like this.
				 Don't punish me any more! I am about to die from your blows.
				 You punish our sins by your rebukes, and like a moth you destroy what we love. Indeed we are no more than a puff of wind!
				 Hear my prayer, LORD, and listen to my cry; come to my aid when I weep. Like all my ancestors I am only your guest for a little while.
				 Leave me alone so that I may have some happiness before I go away and am no more.</description></item></channel></rss>