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Psalm 3:7 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

7 Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; for thou my foes hast stroke All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth of wicked men hast broke.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; Thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 Arise, O Lord; save me, O my God! For You have struck all my enemies on the cheek; You have broken the teeth of the ungodly.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 Arise, O Jehovah; save me, O my God: For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.

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Common English Bible

7 Stand up, LORD! Save me, my God! In fact, hit all my enemies on the jaw; shatter the teeth of the wicked!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.

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Psalm 3:7
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Their teeth, O God, within their mouth break thou in pieces small; The great teeth break thou out, O Lord, of these young lions all.


Awake therefore, Lord God of hosts, thou God of Israel, To visit heathen all: spare none that wickedly rebel.


O Lord, do thou arise; O God, lift up thine hand on high: Put not the meek afflicted ones out of thy memory.


Rise in thy wrath, Lord, raise thyself, for my foes raging be; And, to the judgment which thou hast commanded, wake for me.


Return, O Lord, my soul set free; O save me, for thy mercies' sake.


When God to judgment rose, to save all meek on earth that were.


Thy hand, ev'n thy right hand of might, why dost thou thus draw back? O from thy bosom pluck it out for our deliv'rance sake.


Rise, Lord, cast us not ever off; awake, why dost thou sleep?


Stir up thyself; wake, that thou may'st judgment to me afford, Ev'n to my cause, O thou that art my only God and Lord.


For poor oppress'd, and for the sighs of needy, rise will I, Saith God, and him in safety set from such as him defy.


Against me though an host encamp, my heart yet fearless is: Though war against me rise, I will be confident in this.


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