Psalm 142, side by side
Two versions of the same chapter. Each row is one verse, so you can see how the wording changes.
1A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.
1I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
2I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.
2I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
3Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.
3When 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.
4Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.
4I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
5I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
5I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
6Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.
6Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
7Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.
7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
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