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Psalm 55:2 - King James Version - American Edition

Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Attend to me and answer me; I am restless and distraught in my complaint and must moan

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American Standard Version (1901)

Attend unto me, and answer me: I am restless in my complaint, and moan,

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Common English Bible

Pay attention! Answer me! I can’t sit still while complaining. I’m beside myself

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Have mercy on me, O God, because man has trampled over me. All day long, he has afflicted me by fighting against me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Have mercy on me, O God, for man hath trodden me under foot; all the day long he hath afflicted me fighting against me.

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Psalm 55:2
12 Tagairtí Cros  

Hear the right, O Lord, attend unto my cry; give ear unto my prayer, that goeth not out of feigned lips.


When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.


I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.


For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?


Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.


but verily God hath heard me; he hath attended to the voice of my prayer.


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


Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.


We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.


Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.