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Psalm 142:3 - Catholic Public Domain Version

3 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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 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.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk Have they hidden a snare for me.

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Common English Bible

3 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.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 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:

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English Standard Version 2016

3 When my spirit faints within me, you know my way! In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.

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Psalm 142:3
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Truly, he knows my way and has tested me like gold that passes through fire.


For the Lord knows the way of the just. And the path of the impious will pass away.


To David himself. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and bless his holy name, all that is within me.


He redeems your life from destruction. He crowns you with mercy and compassion.


The just one will correct me with mercy, and he will rebuke me. But do not allow the oil of the sinner to fatten my head. For my prayer will still be toward their good will.


Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.


The Lord is my firmament, my refuge, and my liberator. My God is my helper, and I hope in him: my protector, and the horn of my salvation, and my support.


For, day and night, your hand was heavy upon me. I have been converted in my anguish, while still the thorn is piercing.


Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.


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


My soul has clung close to you. Your right hand has supported me.


We have heard and known such great things, as our fathers have described to us.


Let an outcry be heard from their houses. For you will lead the robber upon them suddenly. For they have dug a pit, so that they may seize me, and they have hidden snares for my feet.


COPH. Rise up. Give praise in the night, in the first of the watches. Pour out your heart like water before the sight of the Lord. Lift up your hands to him on behalf of the souls of your little ones, who have passed away from famine at the head of all the crossroads.


Then the Pharisees, going out, took counsel as to how they might entrap him in speech.


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