Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name, O Lord; the righteous shall wait for me, until you recompense me.
LXX
Psalms 141:7
Attend to my supplication, for I am brought very low; deliver me from them that persecute me; for they are stronger than I.
Parallel Translations
Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
“As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.”
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