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.
Psalm 61:2 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) 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. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, When my heart is overwhelmed: Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition From the end of the earth will I cry to You, when my heart is overwhelmed and fainting; lead me to the rock that is higher than I [yes, a rock that is too high for me]. American Standard Version (1901) From the end of the earth will I call unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Common English Bible When my heart is weak, I cry out to you from the very ends of the earth. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I am Catholic Public Domain Version Will my soul not be subject to God? For from him is my salvation. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Shall not my soul be subject to God? for from him is my salvation. |
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.
My sp'rit is therefore overwhelm'd in me perplexedly; Within me is my very heart amazed wondrously.
Lord, hear the right, attend my cry, unto my pray'r give heed, That doth not in hypocrisy from feigned lips proceed.
My fortress is the Lord, My rock, and he that doth to me deliverance afford: My God, my strength, whom I will trust, a buckler unto me, The horn of my salvation, and my high tow'r, is he.
For he in his pavilion shall me hide in evil days; In secret of his tent me hide, and on a rock me raise.
He took me from a fearful pit, and from the miry clay, And on a rock he set my feet, establishing my way.
My God, my soul's cast down in me; thee therefore mind I will From Jordan's land, the Hermonites, and ev'n from Mizar hill.
Why art thou then cast down, my soul? what should discourage thee? And why with vexing thoughts art thou disquieted in me? Still trust in God; for him to praise good cause I yet shall have: He of my count'nance is the health, my God that doth me save.
He only my salvation is, and my strong rock is he: He only is my sure defence; much mov'd I shall not be.
He only my salvation is, and my strong rock is he; He only is my sure defence: I shall not moved be.
I to remembrance God did call, yet trouble did remain; And overwhelm'd my spirit was, whilst I did sore complain.