Psalm 27:2 - The Message

² When vandal hordes ride down ready to eat me alive, Those bullies and toughs fall flat on their faces.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

² When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, They stumbled and fell.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

² When the wicked, even my enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.

American Standard Version (1901)

² When evil-doers came upon me to eat up my flesh, Even mine adversaries and my foes, they stumbled and fell.

Common English Bible

² When evildoers come at me trying to eat me up— it’s they, my foes and my enemies, who stumble and fall!

Catholic Public Domain Version

² Hear, O Lord, the voice of my supplication, when I pray to you, when I lift up my hands toward your holy temple.

Psalm 27:2 Referencias Cruzadas

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Don’t they know anything, all these predators? Don’t they know they can’t get away with this— Treating people like a fast-food meal over which they’re too busy to pray?

Psalm 9:3

The day my enemies turned tail and ran, they stumbled on you and fell on their faces. You took over and set everything right; when I needed you, you were there, taking charge.

Psalm 3:7

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

Psalm 22:16

Now packs of wild dogs come at me; thugs gang up on me. They pin me down hand and foot, and lock me in a cage—a bag Of bones in a cage, stared at by every passerby. They take my wallet and the shirt off my back, and then throw dice for my clothes.

Psalm 18:4

The hangman’s noose was tight at my throat; devil waters rushed over me. Hell’s ropes cinched me tight; death traps barred every exit.

Job 31:31

“Didn’t those who worked for me say, ‘He fed us well. There were always second helpings’? And no stranger ever had to spend a night in the street; my doors were always open to travelers. Did I hide my sin the way Adam did, or conceal my guilt behind closed doors Because I was afraid what people would say, fearing the gossip of the neighbors so much That I turned myself into a recluse? You know good and well that I didn’t.

Psalm 53:4

Don’t they know anything, all these predators? Don’t they know they can’t get away with this, Treating people like a fast-food meal over which they’re too busy to pray?