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Psalm 28:1 - English Standard Version 2016

To you, O Lord, I call; my rock, be not deaf to me, lest, if you be silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Unto thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: Lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

UNTO YOU do I cry, O Lord my Rock, be not deaf and silent to me, lest, if You be silent to me, I become like those going down to the pit [the grave].

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American Standard Version (1901)

Unto thee, O Jehovah, 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.

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Common English Bible

I cry out to you, LORD. You are my rock; don’t refuse to hear me. If you won’t talk to me, I’ll be just like those going down to the pit.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

A Psalm of David, at the completion of the tabernacle. Bring to the Lord, O sons of God, bring to the Lord the sons of rams.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

A psalm for David, at the finishing of the tabernacle. Bring to the Lord, O ye children of God: bring to the Lord the offspring of rams.

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Psalm 28:1
21 Tagairtí Cros  

He has redeemed my soul from going down into the pit, and my life shall look upon the light.’


With my voice I cry out to the Lord; with my voice I plead for mercy to the Lord.


I pour out my complaint before him; I tell my trouble before him.


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.


The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.


O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer, and by night, but I find no rest.


I cried aloud to the Lord, and he answered me from his holy hill. Selah


Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name.


“What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness?


You have seen, O Lord; be not silent! O Lord, be not far from me!


“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears! For I am a sojourner with you, a guest, like all my fathers.


I say to God, my rock: “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”


Give attention to the sound of my cry, my King and my God, for to you do I pray.


Let not the flood sweep over me, or the deep swallow me up, or the pit close its mouth over me.


I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, and he will hear me.


O God, do not keep silence; do not hold your peace or be still, O God!


like Sheol let us swallow them alive, and whole, like those who go down to the pit;


Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord God is an everlasting rock.


For Sheol does not thank you; death does not praise you; those who go down to the pit do not hope for your faithfulness.


and threw him into the pit, and shut it and sealed it over him, so that he might not deceive the nations any longer, until the thousand years were ended. After that he must be released for a little while.