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Psalm 141:1 - The Message

1-2 God, come close. Come quickly! Open your ears—it’s my voice you’re hearing! Treat my prayer as sweet incense rising; my raised hands are my evening prayers.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; Give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 Lord, I call upon You; hasten to me. Give ear to my voice when I cry to You.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 Jehovah, I have called upon thee; make haste unto me: Give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.

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Common English Bible

1 I cry out to you, LORD: Come to me—quickly! Listen to my voice when I cry out to you!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 The understanding of David. A prayer, when he was in the cave.

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Psalm 141:1
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But I’ve lost it. I’m wasted. God—quickly, quickly! Quick to my side, quick to my rescue! God, don’t lose a minute.


God, don’t just watch from the sidelines. Come on! Run to my side! My accusers—make them lose face. Those out to get me—make them look Like idiots, while I stretch out, reaching for you, and daily add praise to praise. I’ll write the book on your righteousness, talk up your salvation all the day long, never run out of good things to write or say. I come in the power of the Lord God, I post signs marking his right-of-way.


Hurry with your answer, God! I’m nearly at the end of my rope. Don’t turn away; don’t ignore me! That would be certain death. If you wake me each morning with the sound of your loving voice, I’ll go to sleep each night trusting in you. Point out the road I must travel; I’m all ears, all eyes before you. Save me from my enemies, God— you’re my only hope! Teach me how to live to please you, because you’re my God. Lead me by your blessed Spirit into cleared and level pastureland.


Soften up, God, and intervene; hurry and get me some help, So those who are trying to kidnap my soul will be embarrassed and lose face, So anyone who gets a kick out of making me miserable will be heckled and disgraced, So those who pray for my ruin will be booed and jeered without mercy.


You, God—don’t put off my rescue! Hurry and help me! Don’t let them cut my throat; don’t let those mongrels devour me. If you don’t show up soon, I’m done for—gored by the bulls, meat for the lions.


Listen to this prayer of mine, God; pay attention to what I’m asking. Answer me—you’re famous for your answers! Do what’s right for me. But don’t, please don’t, haul me into court; not a person alive would be acquitted there.


I’m letting you know what I need, calling out for help And lifting my arms toward your inner sanctuary.


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