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Psalm 143:7

American Standard Version 2015

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

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

{\b {\i A Psalm} of David.}\par\par\tab Unto thee, O Jehovah, will I call:\par\tab My rock, be not thou deaf unto me;\par\tab Lest, if thou be silent unto me,\par\tab I become like them that go down into the pit.

Hide not thy face from me;\par\tab Put not thy servant away in anger:\par\tab Thou hast been my help;\par\tab Cast me not off, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.

O God, be not far from me;\par\tab O my God, make haste to help me.

For Sheol cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee:\par\tab They that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.

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

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

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.

For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls that I have made.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hope deferred maketh the heart sick;\par\tab But when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.




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