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:
Psalm 61:2 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Shall not my soul be subject to God? for from him is my salvation. 更多版本King James Version (Oxford) 1769 From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, When my heart is overwhelmed: Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition From the end of the earth will I cry to You, when my heart is overwhelmed and fainting; lead me to the rock that is higher than I [yes, a rock that is too high for me]. American Standard Version (1901) From the end of the earth will I call unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Common English Bible When my heart is weak, I cry out to you from the very ends of the earth. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I am Catholic Public Domain Version Will my soul not be subject to God? For from him is my salvation. English Standard Version 2016 from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I, |
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:
Unto the end, for David the servant of the Lord, who spoke to the Lord the words of this canticle, in the day that the Lord delivered him from the hands of all his enemies, and from the hand of Saul.
The heavens shew forth the glory of God, and the firmament declareth the work of his hands.
Because they have not understood the works of the Lord, and the operations of his hands: thou shalt destroy them, and shalt not build them up.
Blessed is he that understandeth concerning the needy and the poor: the Lord will deliver him in the evil day.
Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
In God I will praise my words, in God I have put my trust: I will not fear what flesh can do against me.
O God, my God, to thee do I watch at break of day. For thee my soul hath thirsted; for thee my flesh, O how many ways!
Let my soul be filled as with marrow and fatness: and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips.
And a man shall be as when one is hid from the wind, and hideth himself from a storm: as rivers of waters in drought, and the shadow of a rock that standeth out in a desert land.
O poor little one, tossed with tempest, without all comfort: behold, I will lay thy stones in order: and will lay thy foundations with sapphires,
And when thou shalt seek there the Lord thy God, thou shalt find him: yet so, if thou seek him with all thy heart, and all the affliction of thy soul.