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Psalm 142:7 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Bring my soul out of prison, That I may praise thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; For thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Bring my life out of prison, that I may confess, praise, and give thanks to Your name; the righteous will surround me and crown themselves because of me, for You will deal bountifully with me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks unto thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; For thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

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Common English Bible

Get me out of this prison so I can give thanks to your name. Then the righteous will gather all around me because of your good deeds to me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

O Lord, heed me quickly. My spirit has grown faint. Do not turn your face away from me, lest I become like those who descend into the pit.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit hath fainted away. Turn not away thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

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Psalm 142:7
20 Cross References  

Return unto thy rest, O my soul; For the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee.


Deal bountifully with thy servant, that I may live; So will I observe thy word.


They that fear thee shall see me and be glad; Because I have hoped in thy word.


I will sing unto the LORD, Because he hath dealt bountifully with me.


I cry with my voice unto the LORD; With my voice unto the LORD do I make supplication.


Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: In thy righteousness bring my soul out of trouble.


Deliver me, O LORD, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.


Which executeth judgement for the oppressed; Which giveth food to the hungry: The LORD looseth the prisoners;


And thou hast not shut me up into the hand of the enemy; Thou hast set my feet in a large place.


My soul shall make her boast in the LORD: The meek shall hear thereof, and be glad.


They also that render evil for good Are adversaries unto me, because I follow the thing that is good.


That I may shew forth all thy praise: In the gates of the daughter of Zion, I will rejoice in thy salvation.


When mine enemies turn back, They stumble and perish at thy presence.


The spirit of the Lord GODis upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;


whom God raised up, having loosed the pangs of death: because it was not possible that he should be holden of it.


Behold, we call them blessed which endured: ye have heard of the patience of Job, and have seen the end of the Lord, how that the Lord is full of pity, and merciful.