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Psalm 142:3 - King James 2000

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then you knew my path. In the way in which I walked have they secretly laid a snare for me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

When my spirit was overwhelmed and fainted [throwing all its weight] upon me, then You knew my path. In the way where I walk they have hidden a snare for me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk Have they hidden a snare for me.

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Common English Bible

When my spirit is weak inside me, you still know my way. But they’ve hidden a trap for me in the path I’m taking.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

For the enemy has pursued my soul. He has lowered my life to the earth. He has stationed me in darkness, like the dead of ages past.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul: he hath brought down my life to the earth. He hath made me to dwell in darkness as those that have been dead of old:

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Psalm 142:3
20 Tagairtí Cros  

But he knows the way that I take: when he has tested me, I shall come forth as gold.


For the LORD knows the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.


[A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed, and pours out his complaint before the LORD.] Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come unto you.


My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.


The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set traps for me. Selah.


Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the traps of the workers of iniquity.


Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.


You have proved my heart; you have visited me in the night; you have tested me, and shall find nothing; I have purposed that my mouth shall not transgress.


I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my body.


Pull me out of the net that they have laid secretly for me: for you are my strength.


They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.


From the end of the earth will I cry unto you, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.


Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: if laid on the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity.


I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.


Let a cry be heard from their houses, when you shall bring a troop suddenly upon them: for they have dug a pit to take me, and hid snares for my feet.


Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift up your hands toward him for the life of your young children, that faint for hunger at the head of every street.


Then went the Pharisees, and took counsel how they might entangle him in his talk.