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Psalm 143:7 - New International Version (Anglicised)

7 Answer me quickly, Lord; my spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me or I will be like those who go down to 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 when I am in distress. Turn your ear to me; when I call, answer me quickly.


For he has not despised or scorned the suffering of the afflicted one; he has not hidden his face from him but has listened to his cry for help.


Do not hide your face from me, do not turn your servant away in anger; you have been my helper. Do not reject me or forsake me, God my Saviour.


To you, Lord, I call; you are my Rock, do not turn a deaf ear to me. For if you remain silent, I shall be like those who go down to the pit.


But as for me, I am poor and needy; may the Lord think of me. You are my help and my deliverer; you are my God, do not delay.


Do not hide your face from your servant; answer me quickly, for I am in trouble.


Come near and rescue me; deliver me because of my foes.


I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.


But as for me, I am poor and needy; come quickly to me, O God. You are my help and my deliverer; Lord, do not delay.


Do not be far from me, my God; come quickly, God, to help me.


My soul yearns, 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 a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.


For the grave cannot praise you, death cannot sing your praise; those who go down to the pit cannot hope for your faithfulness.


I will not accuse them for ever, nor will I always be angry, for then they would faint away because of me – the very people I have created.


I will wait for the Lord, who is hiding his face from the descendants of Jacob. I will put my trust in him.


People will faint from terror, apprehensive of what is coming on the world, for the heavenly bodies will be shaken.


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