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Psalm 118:12 - Tree of Life Version

12 They swarmed around me like bees— they were extinguished like burning thorns— in the Name of Adonai I cut them off.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 They compassed me about like bees; they are quenched as the fire of thorns: For in the name of the LORD I will destroy them.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 They swarmed about me like bees, they blaze up and are extinguished like a fire of thorns; in the name of the Lord I will cut them off! [Deut. 1:44.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 They compassed me about like bees; they are quenched as the fire of thorns: In the name of Jehovah I will cut them off.

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Common English Bible

12 They surrounded me like bees, but they were extinguished like burning thorns. I cut them down in the LORD’s name!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 Blessed are you, O Lord. Teach me your justifications.

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Psalm 118:12
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The Amorites who lived in that hill country came out against you, and they chased you as bees do and scattered you from Seir to Hormah.


Then David said to the Philistine, “You are coming to me with a sword, a spear and a javelin, but I am coming to you in the Name of Adonai-Tzva’ot, God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.


May He grant you your heart’s desire and fulfill all your plans.


For like the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This too is vapor.


For the music director, a psalm of David.


Like a slug melting away as it slithers, like a woman’s miscarriage, may they never see the sun.


birds in the air, and fish in the ocean— all passing through the paths of the seas.


But the worthless, all of them will be thrust aside like thorns, for they cannot be picked up by hand.


For even like tangled thorns they will be consumed, or like drunkards who are drunk, or like stubble that is fully dry.


It is not that I have wrath. Who would give me thorns and thistles? Into battle I would march against them! I would burn them up altogether!


Then peoples will be burned as lime, like thorns cut down, burned in the fire.


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