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Psalm 143:7 - Revised Standard Version

7 Make haste to answer me, O Lord! My spirit fails! Hide not thy face from me, lest I 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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:

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Psalm 143:7
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Do not hide thy face from me in the day of my distress! Incline thy ear to me; answer me speedily in the day when I call!


For he has not despised or abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; and he has not hid his face from him, but has heard, when he cried to him.


Hide not thy face from me. Turn not thy servant away in anger, thou who hast been my help. Cast me not off, forsake me not, O God of my salvation!


To thee, O Lord, I call; my rock, be not deaf to me, lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like those who go down to the Pit.


As for me, I am poor and needy; but the Lord takes thought for me. Thou art my help and my deliverer; do not tarry, O my God!


Hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in distress, make haste to answer me.


Draw near to me, redeem me, set me free because of my enemies!


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


But I am poor and needy; hasten to me, O God! Thou art my help and my deliverer; O Lord, do not tarry!


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


My soul longs, yea, faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.


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


For Sheol cannot thank thee, death cannot praise thee; those who go down to the pit cannot hope for thy faithfulness.


For I will not contend for ever, nor will I always be angry; for from me proceeds the spirit, and I have made the breath of life.


I will wait for the Lord, who is hiding his face from the house of Jacob, and I will hope in him.


men fainting with fear and with foreboding of what is coming on the world; for the powers of the heavens will be shaken.


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