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Psalm 28:1 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

1 To thee I'll cry, O Lord, my rock; hold not thy peace to me; Lest like those that to pit descend I by thy silence be.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 Unto thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: Lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 UNTO YOU do I cry, O Lord my Rock, be not deaf and silent to me, lest, if You be silent to me, I become like those going down to the pit [the grave].

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 Unto thee, O Jehovah, will I call: My rock, be not thou deaf unto me; Lest, if thou be silent unto me, I become like them that go down into the pit.

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Common English Bible

1 I cry out to you, LORD. You are my rock; don’t refuse to hear me. If you won’t talk to me, I’ll be just like those going down to the pit.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 A Psalm of David, at the completion of the tabernacle. Bring to the Lord, O sons of God, bring to the Lord the sons of rams.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

1 A psalm for David, at the finishing of the tabernacle. Bring to the Lord, O ye children of God: bring to the Lord the offspring of rams.

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Psalm 28:1
21 Tagairtí Cros  

I with my voice cry'd to the Lord, with it made my request:


Pour'd out to him my plaint, to him my trouble I exprest.


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.


My fortress is the Lord, My rock, and he that doth to me deliverance afford: My God, my strength, whom I will trust, a buckler unto me, The horn of my salvation, and my high tow'r, is he.


All day, my God, to thee I cry, yet am not heard by thee; And in the season of the night I cannot silent be.


I cry'd, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made.


O ye that are his holy ones, sing praise unto the Lord; And give unto him thanks, when ye his holiness record.


What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to pit? Shall unto thee the dust give praise? thy truth declare shall it?


Lord, thou hast seen, hold not thy peace; Lord, be not far from me.


Attend my cry, Lord, at my tears and pray'rs not silent be: I sojourn as my fathers all, and stranger am with thee.


And I will say to God my rock, Why me forgett'st thou so? Why, for my foes' oppression, thus mourning do I go?


Hear my loud cry, my King, my God; for I to thee will pray.


Let not the flood on me prevail, whose water overflows; Nor deep me swallow, nor the pit her mouth upon me close.


Unto the Lord I with my voice, I unto God did cry; Ev'n with my voice, and unto me his ear he did apply.


Keep not, O God, we thee entreat, O keep not silence now: Do thou not hold thy peace, O God, and still no more be thou.


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