Don't hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.
Psalm 143:7 - Hebrew Names version (HNV) Hurry to answer me, LORD. My spirit fails. Don't hide your face from me, so that I don't become like those who go down into the pit. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 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. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition 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). American Standard Version (1901) 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. Common English Bible 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! Catholic Public Domain Version Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children: |
Don't hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.
For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, Neither has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.
Don't hide your face from me. Don't put your servant away in anger. You have been my help. Don't abandon me, neither forsake me, God of my salvation.
But I am poor and needy. May the Lord think about me. You are my help and my deliverer. Don't delay, my God.
Don't hide your face from your servant, for I am in distress. Answer me speedily!
Draw near to my soul, and redeem it. Ransom me because of my enemies.
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
But I am poor and needy. Come to me quickly, God. You are my help and my deliverer. LORD, don't delay.
My soul longs, and even faints for the courts of the LORD. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when longing is fulfilled, it is a tree of life.
For She'ol can't praise you. Death can't celebrate you. Those who go down into the pit can't hope for your truth.
For I will not contend forever, neither will I be always angry; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls who I have made.
I will wait for the LORD, who hides his face from the house of Ya`akov, 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 will be shaken.