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Psalm 69:17 - King James Version - American Edition

And hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

And hide not thy face from thy servant; For I am in trouble: Hear me speedily.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Hide not Your face from Your servant, for I am in distress; O answer me speedily!

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American Standard Version (1901)

And hide not thy face from thy servant; For I am in distress; answer me speedily.

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Common English Bible

Don’t hide your face from me, your servant, because I’m in deep trouble. Answer me quickly!

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Psalm 69:17
14 Tagairtí Cros  

And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.


Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline thine ear unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily.


How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?


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.


Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.


For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; neither hath he hid his face from him; but when he cried unto him, he heard.


Hide not thy face far from me; put not thy servant away in anger: thou hast been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.


Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me: O Lord, make haste to help me.


Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression?


which my lips have uttered, and my mouth hath spoken, when I was in trouble.


Make haste, O God, to deliver me; make haste to help me, O Lord.


It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.


Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me.


And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabach´thani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?