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Psalm 143:7 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

7 Make haste to answer me, O LORD; my spirit faileth: Hide not thy face from me; Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: Hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 Answer me speedily, O Lord, for my spirit fails; hide not Your face from me, lest I become like those who go down into the pit (the grave).

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 Make haste to answer me, O Jehovah; my spirit faileth: Hide not thy face from me, Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.

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Common English Bible

7 Answer me, LORD—and quickly! My breath is fading. Don’t hide your face from me or I’ll be like those going down to the pit!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:

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Psalm 143:7
20 Cross References  

Hide not thy face from me in the day of my distress: Incline thine ear unto me; In the day when I call answer me speedily.


For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; Neither hath he hid his face from him; But when he cried unto him, he heard.


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.


Unto thee, O LORD, will I call; My rock, be not thou deaf unto me: Lest, if thou be silent unto me, I become like them that go down into the pit.


But I am poor and needy; Yet the Lord thinketh upon me: Thou art my help and my deliverer; Make no tarrying, O my God.


And hide not thy face from thy servant; For I am in distress; answer me speedily.


Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it: Ransom me because of mine enemies.


I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.


But I am poor and needy; Make haste unto me, O God: Thou art my help and my deliverer; O LORD, make no tarrying.


O God, be not far from me: O my God, make haste to help me.


My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD; My heart and my flesh cry out unto the living God.


Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: But when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.


For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.


For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls which I have made.


And I will wait for the LORD, that hideth his face from the house of Jacob, and I will look for him.


men fainting for fear, and for expectation of the things which are coming on the world: for the powers of the heavens shall be shaken.


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