Thou wilt not hide thy face from me in the day of straits to me; incline thine ear to me: in the day I shall call, speedily answer me.
Psalm 143:7 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876 Quickly answer me, O Jehovah: my spirit failed: thou wilt not hide thy face from me: I was made like those going down to 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: |
Thou wilt not hide thy face from me in the day of straits to me; incline thine ear to me: in the day I shall call, speedily answer me.
For he despised not and he abhorred not the afflictions of the bumble; and he hid not his face from him, and in his crying to him he heard.
Thou wilt not cover thy face from me; thou wilt not turn away thy servant in anger: thou, wert my help; thou wilt not leave me and thou wilt not forsake me, my God saving me.
To David. To thee, O Jehovah, will I call, my rock; thou wilt not be silent from me: lest thou wilt be silent from me and I was made like with them going down to the pit
And I am poor and needy, Jehovah will think upon me: thou my help and my deliverer; thou will not delay, O my God.
And thou wilt not hide thy face from thy servant; for straits are to me.: hasten to answer me.
Draw near to my soul, redeem it: ransom me on account of mine enemies.
I was wearied in my calling, my throat was dried up: mine eyes failed waiting for my God.
And I am poor and needy: O God, hasten to me, my help and my deliverer; thou, O Jehovah, wilt not delay.
My soul longed after, and also failed for the enclosures of Jehovah: my heart and my flesh will rejoice for the living God.
Hope being forgotten afflicts the heart: and desire coming, a tree of life.
For not hades shall praise thee, death celebrate: they going down to the pit shall not hope for thy truth.
For not forever will I contend, and not to everlasting will I be angry: for the spirit will faint from before me, and the lives I made.
And I waited for Jehovah in his hiding his face from the house of Jacob, and I trusted to him.
Men losing breath for fear and expectation of things coming on the habitable globe: for the powers of the heavens shall be shaken.