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Psalm 69:17 - King James 2000

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

17 And hide not thy face from thy servant; For I am in trouble: Hear me speedily.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

17 Hide not Your face from Your servant, for I am in distress; O answer me speedily!

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American Standard Version (1901)

17 And hide not thy face from thy servant; For I am in distress; answer me speedily.

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Common English Bible

17 Don’t hide your face from me, your servant, because I’m in deep trouble. Answer me quickly!

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Psalm 69:17
14 Tagairtí Cros  

And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.


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.


[To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.] How long will you forget me, O LORD? forever? how long will you hide your face from me?


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.


Deliver me, O LORD, from my enemies: I flee unto you to hide me.


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.


Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me: O LORD, make haste to help me.


Why hide you your face, and forget our affliction and our oppression?


Which my lips have uttered, and my mouth has spoken, when I was in trouble.


[To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David, to bring to remembrance.] Make haste, O God, to deliver me; make haste to help me, O LORD.


It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.


Then said he unto them, My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death: tarry you here, and watch with me.


And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?


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