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Psalm 130:1 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Lord, from the depths to thee I cry'd.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O LORD.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

OUT OF the depths have I cried to You, O Lord.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Jehovah.

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Common English Bible

I cry out to you from the depths, LORD—

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Catholic Public Domain Version

A Canticle in steps: of David. O Lord, my heart has not been exalted, and my eyes have not been raised up. Neither have I walked in greatness, nor in wonders beyond me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

A gradual canticle of David. Lord, my heart is not exalted: nor are my eyes lofty. Neither have I walked in great matters, nor in wonderful things above me.

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Psalm 130:1
22 Cross References  

I to the hills will lift mine eyes, from whence doth come mine aid.


I joy'd when to the house of God, Go up, they said to me.


O thou that dwellest in the heav'ns, I lift mine eyes to thee.


Had not the Lord been on our side, may Israel now say;


They in the Lord that firmly trust shall be like Sion hill, Which at no time can be remov'd, but standeth ever still.


When Sion's bondage God turn'd back, as men that dream'd were we.


Except the Lord do build the house, the builders lose their pain: Except the Lord the city keep, the watchmen watch in vain.


Bless'd is each one that fears the Lord, and walketh in his ways;


Oft did they vex me from my youth, may Isr'el now declare;


And from above the Lord sent down, and took me from below; From many waters he me drew, which would me overflow.


He took me from a fearful pit, and from the miry clay, And on a rock he set my feet, establishing my way.


At the noise of thy water-spouts deep unto deep doth call; Thy breaking waves pass over me, yea, and thy billows all.


Thou, Lord, who great adversities, and sore, to me didst show, Shalt quicken, and bring me again from depths of earth below.