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Psalm 61:2 - Tree of Life Version

Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer.

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King 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.

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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].

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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.

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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

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Will my soul not be subject to God? For from him is my salvation.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Shall not my soul be subject to God? for from him is my salvation.

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Psalm 61:2
20 Tagairtí Cros  

I pour out my complaint before Him, before Him I tell my trouble.


So my spirit grows faint within me. My heart is shocked within me.


A prayer of David. Hear, Adonai, a just plea, listen to my cry! Give ear to my prayer— from lips with no deceit.


He said, I love You, Adonai my strength!


Children of foreigners lose heart and come trembling from their hideouts.


For in the day of trouble He will hide me in His sukkah, conceal me in the shelter of His tent, and set me high upon a rock.


I waited patiently for Adonai. He bent down to me and heard my cry.


Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why are you murmuring within me? Hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, for the salvation of His presence.


Why are You downcast, O my soul? Why are you murmuring within me? Hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, the salvation of my countenance.


My heart shudders within me and the terrors of death sweep over me.


My soul, wait in stillness, only for God— from Him comes my salvation.


My soul, wait in stillness, only for God— for from Him comes my expectation.


In the day of my trouble I seek my Lord. At night my hand stretches out untiringly. My soul refuses to be comforted.


Each will be like a refuge from the wind and a shelter from the storm, like streams of water in a dry place, like the shade of a massive rock in a weary land.


Afflicted one, storm-tossed, unconsoled, behold, I set your stones in antimony, lay your foundations with sapphires,


And in His anguish, He was praying fervently; and His sweat was like drops of blood falling down on the ground.


But from there you will seek Adonai your God and you will find Him, when you seek Him with all your heart and with all your soul.