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Psalm 142:3 - Y'all Version Bible

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed and fainted [throwing all its weight] upon me, then You knew my path. In the way where I walk they have hidden a snare for me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk Have they hidden a snare for me.

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Common English Bible

3 When my spirit is weak inside me, you still know my way. But they’ve hidden a trap for me in the path I’m taking.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 For the enemy has pursued my soul. He has lowered my life to the earth. He has stationed me in darkness, like the dead of ages past.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul: he hath brought down my life to the earth. He hath made me to dwell in darkness as those that have been dead of old:

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Psalm 142:3
20 Tagairtí Cros  

But ʜᴇ knows the way that I take. When ʜᴇ has tried me, I will come out like gold.


For YHWH knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish.


Hear my prayer, YHWH! Let my cry come to you.


My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.


The proud have hidden a snare for me, they have spread the cords of a net by the path. They have set traps for me. Selah.


Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, from the traps of the workers of iniquity.


Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.


You have tested my heart. You have visited me in the night. You have put me through the smelter me, but found nothing. I have resolved that my mouth will not cross into evil.


I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax. It is melted within me.


Pluck me out of the net that they have laid secretly for me, for you are my stronghold.


They conspire and lurk, watching my steps. They are eager to take my life.


From the end of the earth, I will call to you when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.


Surely the children of humanity are but a breath, important people but a falsehood. Weighed on a balances, they will go up, because together they are lighter than a breath.


I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.


Let a cry be heard from their houses when you bring a troop suddenly on them; for they have dug a pit to take me and hidden snares for my feet.


Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up your hands toward him for the life of your young children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.


Then the Pharisees went out and plotted how they might trap Jesus in his words.


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