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Psalm 142:6 - American Standard Version (1901)

6 Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 Attend to my loud cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

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Common English Bible

6 Pay close attention to my shouting, because I’ve been brought down so low! Deliver me from my oppressors because they’re stronger than me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 I have extended my hands to you. My soul is like a land without water before you.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

6 I stretched forth my hands to thee: my soul is as earth without water unto thee.

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English Standard Version 2016

6 Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low! Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me!

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Psalm 142:6
18 Tagairtí Cros  

Jehovah preserveth the simple: I was brought low, and he saved me.


Who remembered us in our low estate; For his lovingkindness endureth for ever;


For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.


Make haste to answer me, O Jehovah; my spirit faileth: Hide not thy face from me, Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.


Hear the right, O Jehovah, attend unto my cry; Give ear unto my prayer, that goeth not out of feigned lips.


He delivered me from my strong enemy, And from them that hated me; for they were too mighty for me.


I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of Jehovah In the land of the living.


Jehovah, how are mine adversaries increased! Many are they that rise up against me.


But mine enemies are lively, and are strong; And they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied.


Therefore will we not fear, though the earth do change, And though the mountains be shaken into the heart of the seas;


For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul; The mighty gather themselves together against me: Not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O Jehovah.


Remember not against us the iniquities of our forefathers: Let thy tender mercies speedily meet us; For we are brought very low.


I will say of Jehovah, He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in whom I trust.


Who shall lay anything to the charge of God’s elect? It is God that justifieth;


Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.


After whom is the king of Israel come out? after whom dost thou pursue? after a dead dog, after a flea.


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