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Psalm 102:1 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

1 Hear my prayer, O Lord; let my cry come to you.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 Hear my prayer, O LORD, And let my cry come unto thee.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 HEAR MY prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come to You.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And let my cry come unto thee.

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Common English Bible

1 LORD, hear my prayer! Let my cry reach you!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 To David himself. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and bless his holy name, all that is within me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

1 For David himself. Bless the Lord, O my soul: and let all that is within me bless his holy name.

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Psalm 102:1
28 Références croisées  

Then the priests and the Levites stood up and blessed the people, and their voice was heard; their prayer came to his holy dwelling in heaven.


“Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan, I will now rise up,” says the Lord; “I will place them in the safety for which they long.”


Therefore my spirit faints within me; my heart within me is appalled.


Answer me quickly, O Lord; my spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me, or I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.


He fulfills the desire of all who fear him; he also hears their cry and saves them.


In my distress I called upon the Lord; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears.


“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not hold your peace at my tears. For I am your passing guest, an alien, like all my forebears.


These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I went with the throng and led them in procession to the house of God, with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.


Listen to the sound of my cry, my King and my God, for to you I pray.


From the end of the earth I call to you, when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I,


Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Selah


I think of God, and I moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints. Selah


After a long time the king of Egypt died. The Israelites groaned under their slavery and cried out. Their cry for help rose up to God from their slavery.


you have wrapped yourself with a cloud so that no prayer can pass through.


though I call and cry for help, he shuts out my prayer;


In his anguish he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down on the ground.]]


In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to the one who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverent submission.


So they put away the foreign gods from among them and served the Lord, and he could no longer bear to see Israel suffer.


“Tomorrow about this time I will send to you a man from the land of Benjamin, and you shall anoint him to be ruler over my people Israel. He shall save my people from the hand of the Philistines, for I have seen the suffering of my people, because their outcry has come to me.”


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