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Psalm 13:1 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

1 How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? shall it for ever be? O how long shall it be that thou wilt hide thy face from me?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 HOW LONG will You forget me, O Lord? Forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou forget me for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

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Common English Bible

1 How long will you forget me, LORD? Forever? How long will you hide your face from me?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 Unto the end. A Psalm of David. The fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." They were corrupted, and they have become abominable in their studies. There is no one who does good; there is not even one.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

1 Unto the end, a psalm for David. The fool hath said in his heart: There is no God. They are corrupt, and are become abominable in their ways: there is none that doth good, no not one.

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Psalm 13:1
15 Tagairtí Cros  

O Lord, do thou arise; O God, lift up thine hand on high: Put not the meek afflicted ones out of thy memory.


How long, Lord, look'st thou on? from those destructions they intend Rescue my soul, from lions young my darling do defend.


O wherefore hidest thou thy face? forgett'st our cause distress'd,


My soul is also vexed sore; But, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make?


O God, why hast thou cast us off? is it for evermore? Against thy pasture-sheep why doth thine anger smoke so sore?


O Lord of hosts, almighty God, how long shall kindled be Thy wrath against the prayer made by thine own folk to thee?


Shall thy displeasure thus endure against us without end? Wilt thou to generations all thine anger forth extend?


How long, Lord, wilt thou hide thyself? for ever, in thine ire? And shall thine indignation burn like unto a fire?


O with thy tender mercies, Lord, us early satisfy; So we rejoice shall all our days, and still be glad in thee.


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