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Psalm 55:1 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself from my entreating voice:

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Give ear to my prayer, O God; And hide not thyself from my supplication.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

LISTEN TO my prayer, O God, and hide not Yourself from my supplication!

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American Standard Version (1901)

Give ear to my prayer, O God; And hide not thyself from my supplication.

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Common English Bible

God, listen to my prayer; don’t avoid my request!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Unto the end. For the people who have become far removed from the Sacred. Of David, with the inscription of a title, when the Philistines held him in Gath.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Unto the end, for a people that is removed at a distance from the sanctuary for David, for an inscription of a title (or pillar) when the Philistines held him in Geth.

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Psalm 55:1
16 Tagairtí Cros  

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.


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:


To thee I'll cry, O Lord, my rock; hold not thy peace to me; Lest like those that to pit descend I by thy silence be.


Give ear unto my words, O Lord, my meditation weigh.


Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not; Nor in thy hot rage chasten me.


O God, give ear unto my cry; unto my pray'r attend.


When I to thee my prayer make, Lord, to my voice give ear; My life save from the enemy, of whom I stand in fear.


Hear, Isr'el's Shepherd! like a flock thou that dost Joseph guide; Shine forth, O thou that dost between the cherubims abide.


O Lord of hosts, almighty God, how long shall kindled be Thy wrath against the prayer made by thine own folk to thee?


Lord God of hosts, my prayer hear; O Jacob's God, give ear.


Hear, Lord, my pray'r; unto the voice of my request attend: