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Psalm 82:8 - The Message

8 O God, give them what they’ve got coming! You’ve got the whole world in your hands!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Arise, O God, judge the earth: For thou shalt inherit all nations.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Arise, O God, judge the earth! For to You belong all the nations. [Rev. 11:15.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Arise, O God, judge the earth; For thou shalt inherit all the nations.

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Common English Bible

8 Rise up, God! Judge the earth because you hold all nations in your possession!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 and Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalek, the foreigners among the inhabitants of Tyre.

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Psalm 82:8
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The seventh Angel trumpeted. A crescendo of voices in Heaven sang out, The kingdom of the world is now the Kingdom of our God and his Messiah! He will rule forever and ever! The Twenty-four Elders seated before God on their thrones fell to their knees, worshiped, and sang, We thank you, O God, Sovereign-Strong, Who Is and Who Was. You took your great power and took over—reigned! The angry nations now get a taste of your anger. The time has come to judge the dead, to reward your servants, all prophets and saints, Reward small and great who fear your Name, and destroy the destroyers of earth.


An extravaganza before God as he comes, As he comes to set everything right on earth, Set everything right, treat everyone fair.


“Well, if that’s what you want, stick around.” God’s Decree. “Your day in court is coming, but remember I’ll be there to bring evidence. I’ll bring all the nations to the courtroom, round up all the kingdoms, And let them feel the brunt of my anger, my raging wrath. My zeal is a fire that will purge and purify the earth.


But me, I’m not giving up. I’m sticking around to see what God will do. I’m waiting for God to make things right. I’m counting on God to listen to me.


Into the hovels of the poor, Into the dark streets where the homeless groan, God speaks: “I’ve had enough; I’m on my way To heal the ache in the heart of the wretched.”


Wake up, wake up, flex your muscles, God! Wake up as in the old days, in the long ago. Didn’t you once make mincemeat of Rahab, dispatch the old chaos-dragon? And didn’t you once dry up the sea, the powerful waters of the deep, And then made the bottom of the ocean a road for the redeemed to walk across? In the same way God’s ransomed will come back, come back to Zion cheering, shouting, Joy eternal wreathing their heads, exuberant ecstasies transporting them— and not a sign of moans or groans.


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.”


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