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Psalm 142:4 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

4 I look'd on my right hand, and view'd, but none to know me were; All refuge failed me, no man did for my soul take care.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 I looked on my right hand, And beheld, but there was no man that would know me: Refuge failed me; No man cared for my soul.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 Look on the right hand [the point of attack] and see; for there is no man who knows me [to appear for me]. Refuge has failed me and I have no way to flee; no man cares for my life or my welfare.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 Look on my right hand, and see; For there is no man that knoweth me: Refuge hath failed me; No man careth for my soul.

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Common English Bible

4 Look right beside me: See? No one pays attention to me. There’s no escape for me. No one cares about my life.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 And my spirit has been in anguish over me. My heart within me has been disturbed.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 and my spirit is in anguish within me: my heart within me is troubled.

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Psalm 142:4
19 Cross References  

For why? the way of godly men unto the Lord is known: Whereas the way of wicked men shall quite be overthrown.


I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: unto the cry Of all my supplications, Lord, do thine ear apply.


Lord, keep me safely from the snares which they for me prepare; And from the subtile gins of them that wicked workers are.


My sp'rit is therefore overwhelm'd in me perplexedly; Within me is my very heart amazed wondrously.


I was a scorn to all my foes, and to my friends a fear; And specially reproach'd of those that were my neighbours near: When they me saw they from me fled.


Reproach hath broke my heart; I'm full of grief: I look'd for one To pity me, but none I found; comforters found I none.


My friends thou hast put far from me, and him that did me love; And those that mine acquaintance were to darkness didst remove.


Thou hast put far from me my friends, thou mad'st them to abhor me; And I am so shut up, that I find no evasion for me.


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