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Psalm 143:7 - King James 2000

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

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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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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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Psalm 143:7
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Hide not your face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline your ear unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily.


For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; neither has he hid his face from him; but when he cried unto him, he heard.


Hide not your face far from me; put not your servant away in anger: you have been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.


[A Psalm of David.] Unto you will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if you be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.


But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinks upon me: you are my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.


And hide not your face from your servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.


Draw near unto my soul, and redeem it: deliver me because of my enemies.


I am weary from my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.


But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God: you are my help and my deliverer; O LORD, make no tarrying.


O God, be not far from me: O my God, make haste for my help.


My soul longs, yea, even faints for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.


Hope deferred makes the heart sick: but when the desire is fulfilled, it is a tree of life.


For the grave cannot praise you, death can not celebrate you: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth.


For I will not contend forever, neither will I be always angry: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls which I have made.


And I will wait upon the LORD, that hides his face from the house of Jacob, and I will hope in him.


Men's hearts failing them for fear, and for looking toward those things which are coming on the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.


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