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Psalm 143:7 - Modern English Version

7 Answer me quickly, O  Lord; my spirit fails! Hide not Your face from me, lest I be like those who 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  

Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my trouble; incline Your ear to me; in the day when I call, answer me speedily.


For He has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; nor has He hidden His face from him; but heard when he cried to Him.


Do not hide Your face from me; do not turn thrust Your servant away in anger; You have been my help. Do not leave me nor forsake me, O God of my salvation.


To You will I cry, O  Lord my rock; do not be silent to me, lest, if You are silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit.


But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord is mindful of me. You are my help and my deliverer; do not delay, O my God.


Hide not Your face from Your servant, for I am in trouble; answer me quickly.


Draw near to my soul, and redeem it; deliver me because of my enemies.


I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched; my eyes grow dim while I wait for my God.


But I am poor and needy; make haste to me, O God! You are my help and my deliverer; O  Lord, do not delay!


O God, be not far from me; O my God, make haste to help me.


My soul longs and even yearns for the courtyards of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.


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


For Sheol cannot thank You, death cannot praise You; those who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your faithfulness.


For I will not contend forever, nor will I always be angry; for the spirit would grow faint before Me, and the souls whom I have made.


I will wait on the Lord, who hides His face from the house of Jacob, and I will eagerly look for Him.


men fainting from fear and expectation of what is coming on the inhabited earth. For the powers of heaven will be shaken.


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