Hide not thy face from me in the day of my distress: Incline thine ear unto me; In the day when I call answer me speedily.
Psalm 143:7 - American Standard Version (1901) 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. 更多版本King James Version (Oxford) 1769 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. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition 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). Common English Bible 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! Catholic Public Domain Version Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children: English Standard Version 2016 Answer me quickly, O Lord! My spirit fails! Hide not your face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the pit. |
Hide not thy face from me in the day of my distress: Incline thine ear unto me; In the day when I call answer me speedily.
For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; Neither hath he hid his face from him; But when he cried unto him, he heard.
Hide not thy face from me; Put not thy servant away in anger: Thou hast been my help; Cast me not off, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.
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.
But I am poor and needy; Yet the Lord thinketh upon me: Thou art my help and my deliverer; Make no tarrying, O my God.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
But I am poor and needy; Make haste unto me, O God: Thou art my help and my deliverer; O Jehovah, make no tarrying.
My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of Jehovah; My heart and my flesh cry out unto the living God.
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick; But when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.
For Sheol cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: They that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls that I have made.
And I will wait for Jehovah, that hideth his face from the house of Jacob, and I will look for him.
men fainting for fear, and for expectation of the things which are coming on the world: for the powers of the heavens shall be shaken.