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Psalm 142:7 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

7 Bring forth my soul out of prison to praise thy name: the just shall surround upon me; for thou wilt benefit to me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 Bring my soul out of prison, That I may praise thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; For thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 Bring my life out of prison, that I may confess, praise, and give thanks to Your name; the righteous will surround me and crown themselves because of me, for You will deal bountifully with me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks unto thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; For thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

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Common English Bible

7 Get me out of this prison so I can give thanks to your name. Then the righteous will gather all around me because of your good deeds to me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 O Lord, heed me quickly. My spirit has grown faint. Do not turn your face away from me, lest I become like those who descend into the pit.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit hath fainted away. Turn not away thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

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Psalm 142:7
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Turn back, O my soul, to thy rest; for Jehovah benefited to thee.


Benefit to thy servant, I shall live and watch thy word.


They fearing thee shall see me and be glad; for I hoped for thy word.


And I trusted in thy mercy; my heart shall exult in thy salvation. I will sing to Jehovah for he benefited me.


Of the understanding to David; a prayer in his being in the cave. With my voice I will cry to Jehovah; with my voice I will entreat to Jehovah.


For sake of thy name, O Jehovah, thou wilt make me live: in thy justice thou wilt bring forth my soul out of straits.


Deliver me from mine enemies, O Jehovah: to thee I covered myself.


He did judgment for the oppressed; he gave bread to the hungering: Jehovah loosed those being bound.


And thou didst not shut me up in the hand of the enemy: thou didst cause my feet to stand in a broad place.


in Jehovah my soul shall glory, the humble shall hear and rejoice.


And mine enemies living, they were strong: and they hating me with falsehood were multiplied.


So that I shall recount all thy praises in the gates of the daughter of Zion: I will rejoice in thy salvation.


In the turning away of mine enemies backward, they shall be weak and perish from thy face.


The spirit of the Lord Jehovah is upon me; because Jehovah anointed me to announce good news to the afflicted, he sent me to bind up to the broken of heart, to call freedom to the captives, and the opening of the prison to the bound.


Whom God raised up, having loosed the pains of death: as it was not possible for him to be holden of it.


Behold, we esteem those enduring happy. Ye have heard of the patience of Job, and ye see the end of the Lord; that the Lord is very compassionate and merciful.


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