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Psalm 102:2 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

And in the day of my distress hide not thy face from me. Give ear to me; what time I call, to answer me make haste:

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Hide not Your face from me in the day when I am in distress! Incline Your ear to me; in the day when I call, answer me speedily.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Hide not thy face from me in the day of my distress: Incline thine ear unto me; In the day when I call answer me speedily.

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Common English Bible

Don’t hide your face from me in my time of trouble! Listen to me! Answer me quickly as I cry out!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Bless the Lord, O my soul, and do not forget all his recompenses.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Bless the Lord, O my soul, and never forget all he hath done for thee.

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Psalm 102:2
21 Tagairtí Cros  

Thou hid'st thy face; they troubled are, their breath thou tak'st away; Then do they die, and to their dust return again do they.


How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? shall it for ever be? O how long shall it be that thou wilt hide thy face from me?


Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails: hide not thy face from me; Lest like to them I do become that go down to the dust.


Lord, hear the right, attend my cry, unto my pray'r give heed, That doth not in hypocrisy from feigned lips proceed.


But be not far, O Lord, my strength; haste to give help to me.


Far from me hide not thou thy face; put not away from thee Thy servant in thy wrath: thou hast an helper been to me. O God of my salvation, leave me not, nor forsake:


Bow down thine ear to me, with speed send me deliverance: To save me, my strong rock be thou, and my house of defence.


Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me; Lord, hasten to mine aid.


Nor from thy servant hide thy face: I'm troubled, soon attend.


Lord, haste me to deliver; with speed, Lord, succor me.


And let me, in thy righteousness, from thee deliv'rance have; Cause me escape, incline thine ear unto me, and me save.