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Psalm 143:7 - Catholic Public Domain Version

7 Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: Hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 Answer me speedily, O Lord, for my spirit fails; hide not Your face from me, lest I become like those who go down into the pit (the grave).

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 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.

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Common English Bible

7 Answer me, LORD—and quickly! My breath is fading. Don’t hide your face from me or I’ll be like those going down to the pit!

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:

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English Standard Version 2016

7 Answer me quickly, O Lord! My spirit fails! Hide not your face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the pit.

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Psalm 143:7
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Bless the Lord, O my soul, and do not forget all his recompenses.


O Lord, save your people and bless your inheritance, and reign over them and exalt them, even unto eternity.


A Psalm of David, at the completion of the tabernacle. Bring to the Lord, O sons of God, bring to the Lord the sons of rams.


May those who seek my soul be confounded and awed.


For you, O Lord, are my patience: my hope from my youth, O Lord.


For he will free the poor from the powerful, and the poor one who has no helper.


O Lord, you have blessed your land. You have turned aside the captivity of Jacob.


Hope, when it is delayed, afflicts the soul. The arrival of the desired is a tree of life.


For Hell will not confess to you, and death will not praise you. Those who descend into the pit will not hope for your truth.


For I will not contend unceasingly, and I will not be angry to the end. For I will exhale my breath, and the Spirit will go forth from my face.


And I will wait for the Lord, who has concealed his face from the house of Jacob, and I will stand before him.


men withering away out of fear and out of apprehension over the things that will overwhelm the whole world. For the powers of the heavens will be moved.


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