For why? the way of godly men unto the Lord is known: Whereas the way of wicked men shall quite be overthrown.
Psalm 142:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) When in me was o'erwhelm'd my sp'rit, then well thou knew'st my way; Where I did walk a snare for me they privily did lay. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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: |
For why? the way of godly men unto the Lord is known: Whereas the way of wicked men shall quite be overthrown.
My heart within me smitten is, and it is withered Like very grass; so that I do forget to eat my bread.
The proud for me a snare have hid, and cords; yea, they a net Have by the way-side for me spread; they gins for me have set.
Lord, keep me safely from the snares which they for me prepare; And from the subtile gins of them that wicked workers are.
My sp'rit is therefore overwhelm'd in me perplexedly; Within me is my very heart amazed wondrously.
Thou prov'dst mine heart, thou visit'dst me by night, thou didst me try, Yet nothing found'st; for that my mouth shall not sin, purpos'd I.
Like water I'm pour'd out, my bones all out of joint do part: Amidst my bowels, as the wax, so melted is my heart.
And sith thou art my strength, therefore pull me out of the net, Which they in subtilty for me so privily have set.
From th' utmost corner of the land my cry to thee I'll send. What time my heart is overwhelm'd, and in perplexity, Do thou me lead unto the Rock that higher is than I.
Surely mean men are vanity, and great men are a lie; In balance laid, they wholly are more light than vanity.
I to remembrance God did call, yet trouble did remain; And overwhelm'd my spirit was, whilst I did sore complain.