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Psalm 143:7 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: Hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 Answer me speedily, O Lord, for my spirit fails; hide not Your face from me, lest I become like those who go down into the pit (the grave).

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 Make haste to answer me, O Jehovah; my spirit faileth: Hide not thy face from me, Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.

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Common English Bible

7 Answer me, LORD—and quickly! My breath is fading. Don’t hide your face from me or I’ll be like those going down to the pit!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.

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Psalm 143:7
20 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

A psalm for David, at the finishing of the tabernacle. Bring to the Lord, O ye children of God: bring to the Lord the offspring of rams.


Save, O Lord, thy people, and bless thy inheritance: and rule them and exalt them for ever.


For he shall deliver the poor from the mighty: and the needy that had no helper.


For hell shall not confess to thee, neither shall death praise thee: nor shall they that go down into the pit look for thy truth.


Bless the Lord, O my soul, and never forget all he hath done for thee.


Let them be confounded and ashamed that seek my soul:


Men withering away for fear, and expectation of what shall come upon the whole world. For the powers of heaven shall be moved;


For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be angry unto the end: because the spirit shall go forth from my face, end breathings I will make.


And I will wait for the Lord who hath hid his face from the house of Jacob: and I will look for him.


For thou art my patience, O Lord: my hope, O Lord, from my youth;


Lord, thou hast blessed thy land: thou hast turned away the captivity of Jacob.


Hope that is deferred afflicteth the soul: desire when it cometh is a tree of life.


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