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Psalm 142:6 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

6 Because I am brought very low, attend unto my cry: Me from my persecutors save, who stronger are than I.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 Attend to my loud cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.

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Common English Bible

6 Pay close attention to my shouting, because I’ve been brought down so low! Deliver me from my oppressors because they’re stronger than me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 I have extended my hands to you. My soul is like a land without water before you.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

6 I stretched forth my hands to thee: my soul is as earth without water unto thee.

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Psalm 142:6
18 Tagairtí Cros  

God saves the meek: I was brought low, he did me help afford.


In our low state who on us thought: for he hath mercy ever.


For th' en'my hath pursu'd my soul, my life to ground down tread: In darkness he hath made me dwell, as who have long been dead.


Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails: hide not thy face from me; Lest like to them I do become that go down to the dust.


Lord, hear the right, attend my cry, unto my pray'r give heed, That doth not in hypocrisy from feigned lips proceed.


He me reliev'd from my strong foes, and such as did me hate; Because he saw that they for me too strong were, and too great.


I fainted had, unless that I believed had to see The Lord's own goodness in the land of them that living be.


O Lord, how are my foes increas'd? against me many rise.


But yet mine en'mies lively are, and strong are they beside; And they that hate me wrongfully are greatly multiply'd.


Therefore, although the earth remove, we will not be afraid: Though hills amidst the seas be cast;


For, lo, they for my soul lay wait: the mighty do combine Against me, Lord; not for my fault, nor any sin of mine.


Against us mind not former sins; thy tender mercies show; Let them prevent us speedily, for we're brought very low.


I of the Lord my God will say, He is my refuge still, He is my fortress, and my God, and in him trust I will.


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