Psalm 10:12 - The Message

^12-13 Time to get up, God—get moving. The luckless think they’re Godforsaken. They wonder why the wicked scorn God and get away with it, Why the wicked are so cocksure they’ll never come up for audit.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹² Arise, O LORD; O God, lift up thine hand: Forget not the humble.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹² Arise, O Lord! O God, lift up Your hand; forget not the humble [patient and crushed].

American Standard Version (1901)

¹² Arise, O Jehovah; O God, lift up thy hand: Forget not the poor.

Common English Bible

¹² Get up, LORD! Get your fist ready, God! Don’t forget the ones who suffer!

Psalm 10:12 Referencias Cruzadas

Isaiah 33:10

“Now I’m stepping in,” God says. “From now on, I’m taking over. The gloves come off. Now see how mighty I am. There’s nothing to you. Pregnant with chaff, you produce straw babies; full of hot air, you self-destruct. You’re good for nothing but fertilizer and fuel. Earth to earth—and the sooner the better.

Isaiah 26:11

You hold your hand up high, God, but they don’t see it. Open their eyes to what you do, to see your zealous love for your people. Shame them. Light a fire under them. Get the attention of these enemies of yours. God, order a peaceful and whole life for us because everything we’ve done, you’ve done for us. O God, our God, we’ve had other masters rule us, but you’re the only Master we’ve ever known. The dead don’t talk, ghosts don’t walk, Because you’ve said, “Enough—that’s all for you,” and wiped them off the books. But the living you make larger than life. The more life you give, the more glory you display, and stretch the borders to accommodate more living!

Psalm 13:1

Long enough, God— you’ve ignored me long enough. I’ve looked at the back of your head long enough. Long enough I’ve carried this ton of trouble, lived with a stomach full of pain. Long enough my arrogant enemies have looked down their noses at me.

Psalm 7:6

Stand up, God; pit your holy fury against my furious enemies. Wake up, God. My accusers have packed the courtroom; it’s judgment time. Take your place on the bench, reach for your gavel, throw out the false charges against me. I’m ready, confident in your verdict: “Innocent.”

Psalm 3:7

Up, God! My God, help me! Slap their faces, First this cheek, then the other, Your fist hard in their teeth!

Judges 16:28

And Samson cried out to God: Master, God! Oh, please, look on me again, Oh, please, give strength yet once more. God! With one avenging blow let me be avenged On the Philistines for my two eyes!

Psalm 9:13

Be kind to me, God; I’ve been kicked around long enough. Once you’ve pulled me back from the gates of death, I’ll write the book on Hallelujahs; on the corner of Main and First I’ll hold a street meeting; I’ll be the song leader; we’ll fill the air with salvation songs.