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Psalm 142:6 - English Standard Version 2016

Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low! Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Attend to my loud cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.

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Common English Bible

Pay close attention to my shouting, because I’ve been brought down so low! Deliver me from my oppressors because they’re stronger than me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

I have extended my hands to you. My soul is like a land without water before you.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

I stretched forth my hands to thee: my soul is as earth without water unto thee.

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Psalm 142:6
18 Tagairtí Cros  

The Lord preserves the simple; when I was brought low, he saved me.


It is he who remembered us in our low estate, for his steadfast love endures forever;


For the enemy has pursued my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has made me sit in darkness like those long dead.


Answer me quickly, O Lord! My spirit fails! Hide not your face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the pit.


Hear a just cause, O Lord; attend to my cry! Give ear to my prayer from lips free of deceit!


He rescued me from my strong enemy and from those who hated me, for they were too mighty for me.


I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living!


O Lord, how many are my foes! Many are rising against me;


But my foes are vigorous, they are mighty, and many are those who hate me wrongfully.


Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way, though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,


For behold, they lie in wait for my life; fierce men stir up strife against me. For no transgression or sin of mine, O Lord,


Do not remember against us our former iniquities; let your compassion come speedily to meet us, for we are brought very low.


I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”


Who shall bring any charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies.


No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.


After whom has the king of Israel come out? After whom do you pursue? After a dead dog! After a flea!