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Psalm 142:7 - 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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English Standard Version 2016

7 Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name! The righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me.

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Psalm 142:7
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Return unto thy rest, O my soul; For the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee.


Deal bountifully with thy servant, That I may live, and keep thy word.


They that fear thee will be glad when they see me; Because I have hoped in thy word.


I will sing unto the LORD, because he hath dealt bountifully with me.


I cried unto the LORD with my voice; With my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.


Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: For thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.


Deliver me, O LORD, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.


Which executeth judgment for the oppressed: Which giveth food to the hungry. The LORD looseth the prisoners:


And hast not shut me up into the hand of the enemy: Thou hast set my feet in a large room.


My soul shall make her boast in the LORD: The humble shall hear thereof, and be glad.


They also that render evil for good Are mine adversaries; because I follow the thing that good is.


That I may shew forth all thy praise in the gates of the daughter of Zion: I will rejoice in thy salvation.


When mine enemies are turned back, They shall fall and perish at thy presence.


The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;


whom God hath raised up, having loosed the pains of death: because it was not possible that he should be holden of it.


Behold, we count them happy which endure. Ye have heard of the patience of Job, and have seen the end of the Lord; that the Lord is very pitiful, and of tender mercy.


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