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Psalm 70:2 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

2 Let them that for my soul do seek shamed and confounded be: Turned back be they, and shamed, that in my hurt delight.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 Let them be ashamed and confounded that seek after my soul: Let them be turned backward, and put to confusion, that desire my hurt.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 Let them be put to shame and confounded that seek and demand my life; let them be turned backward and brought to confusion and dishonor who desire and delight in my hurt.

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 Let them be put to shame and confounded That seek after my soul: Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor That delight in my hurt.

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Common English Bible

2 Let those who seek my life be ashamed and humiliated! Let them fall back and be disgraced— those people who delight in my downfall!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 Free me by your justice, and rescue me. Incline your ear to me, and save me.

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Psalm 70:2
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Sham'd and confounded be they all that at my hurt are glad; Let those against me that do boast with shame and scorn be clad.


Let them confounded be and sham'd that for my soul have sought: Who plot my hurt turn'd back be they, and to confusion brought.


Let thou mine adversaries all with shame be clothed over; And let their own confusion them, as a mantle, cover.


Confound, consume them, that unto my soul are enemies: Cloth'd be they with reproach and shame that do my hurt devise.


Sham'd and sore vex'd be all my foes, Sham'd and back turned suddenly.


Bulls many compass me, strong bulls of Bashan me surround.


From sword my soul, from pow'r of dogs my darling set thou free.


Sham'd and confounded be they all that seek my soul to kill; Yea, let them backward driven be, and sham'd, that wish me ill.


Be thou not far from me, my God: thy speedy help I crave.


O Lord, I unto thee do cry, do thou make haste to me, And give an ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.


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