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Psalm 9:13 - English Standard Version 2016

13 Be gracious to me, O Lord! See my affliction from those who hate me, O you who lift me up from the gates of death,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; Consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 Have mercy upon me and be gracious to me, O Lord; consider how I am afflicted by those who hate me, You Who lift me up from the gates of death,

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; Behold my affliction which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death;

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Common English Bible

13 Have mercy on me, LORD! Just look how I suffer because of those who hate me. But you are the one who brings me back from the very gates of death

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 Because of those who yearned for their blood, he has remembered them. He has not forgotten the cry of the poor.

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Psalm 9:13
24 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

For great is your steadfast love toward me; you have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol.


O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.


All her people groan as they search for bread; they trade their treasures for food to revive their strength. “Look, O Lord, and see, for I am despised.”


Her uncleanness was in her skirts; she took no thought of her future; therefore her fall is terrible; she has no comforter. “O Lord, behold my affliction, for the enemy has triumphed!”


I said, In the middle of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.


Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low! Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me!


Look on my affliction and deliver me, for I do not forget your law.


Turn to me and be gracious to me, as is your way with those who love your name.


For you have delivered my soul from death, yes, my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of life.


Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions.


But my foes are vigorous, they are mighty, and many are those who hate me wrongfully.


Consider how many are my foes, and with what violent hatred they hate me.


Consider and answer me, O Lord my God; light up my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death,


“Now, therefore, our God, the great, the mighty, and the awesome God, who keeps covenant and steadfast love, let not all the hardship seem little to you that has come upon us, upon our kings, our princes, our priests, our prophets, our fathers, and all your people, since the time of the kings of Assyria until this day.


Now there were six stone water jars there for the Jewish rites of purification, each holding twenty or thirty gallons.


they loathed any kind of food, and they drew near to the gates of death.


Then the Lord said to Cain, “Where is Abel your brother?” He said, “I do not know; am I my brother’s keeper?”


And the Lord said, “What have you done? The voice of your brother’s blood is crying to me from the ground.


And you shall say to him, ‘Thus says the Lord, “Have you killed and also taken possession?”’ And you shall say to him, ‘Thus says the Lord: “In the place where dogs licked up the blood of Naboth shall dogs lick your own blood.”’”


‘As surely as I saw yesterday the blood of Naboth and the blood of his sons—declares the Lord—I will repay you on this plot of ground.’ Now therefore take him up and throw him on the plot of ground, in accordance with the word of the Lord.”


Thus Joash the king did not remember the kindness that Jehoiada, Zechariah’s father, had shown him, but killed his son. And when he was dying, he said, “May the Lord see and avenge!”


Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up your hand; forget not the afflicted.


The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.


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