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Psalm 27:9 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

9 Far from me hide not thou thy face; put not away from thee Thy servant in thy wrath: thou hast an helper been to me. O God of my salvation, leave me not, nor forsake:

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Hide not thy face far from me; Put not thy servant away in anger: Thou hast been my help; Leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 Hide not Your face from me; turn not Your servant away in anger, You Who have been my help! Cast me not off, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation!

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 Hide not thy face from me; Put not thy servant away in anger: Thou hast been my help; Cast me not off, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.

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Common English Bible

9 Please don’t hide it from me! Don’t push your servant aside angrily— you have been my help! God who saves me, don’t neglect me! Don’t leave me all alone!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 O Lord, save your people and bless your inheritance, and reign over them and exalt them, even unto eternity.

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Psalm 27:9
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Nor from thy servant hide thy face: I'm troubled, soon attend.


Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails: hide not thy face from me; Lest like to them I do become that go down to the dust.


And in the day of my distress hide not thy face from me. Give ear to me; what time I call, to answer me make haste:


He from th' Eternal shall receive the blessing him upon, And righteousness, ev'n from the God of his salvation.


To all men I have judgment done, performing justice right; Then let me not be left unto my fierce oppressors' might.


Lord God, my Saviour, day and night before thee cry'd have I.


Cast me not from thy sight, nor take thy Holy Sp'rit away.


O wherefore hidest thou thy face? forgett'st our cause distress'd,


How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? shall it for ever be? O how long shall it be that thou wilt hide thy face from me?


Draw near my soul, and it redeem; me from my foes defend.


For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt, my days, like smoke, do waste.


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