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Psalm 140:5 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

The proud for me a snare have hid, and cords; yea, they a net Have by the way-side for me spread; they gins for me have set.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; They have spread a net by the wayside; They have set gins for me. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

The proud have hidden a snare for me; they have spread cords as a net by the wayside, they have set traps for me. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; They have spread a net by the wayside; They have set gins for me. [Selah

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Common English Bible

Arrogant people have laid a trap for me with ropes. They’ve spread out a net alongside the road. They’ve set snares for me. Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

The just one will correct me with mercy, and he will rebuke me. But do not allow the oil of the sinner to fatten my head. For my prayer will still be toward their good will.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

The just shall correct me in mercy, and shall reprove me: but let not the oil of the sinner fatten my head. For my prayer also shall still be against the things with which they are well pleased:

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Psalm 140:5
21 Cross References  

I err'd not from them, though for me the wicked snares did set.


The men that are puff 'd up with pride against me forg'd a lie; Yet thy commandements observe with my whole heart will I.


The proud have digged pits for me, which is against thy laws.


When in me was o'erwhelm'd my sp'rit, then well thou knew'st my way; Where I did walk a snare for me they privily did lay.


And sith thou art my strength, therefore pull me out of the net, Which they in subtilty for me so privily have set.


For without cause have they for me their net hid in a pit, They also have without a cause for my soul digged it.


Let not the foot of cruel pride come, and against me stand; And let me not removed be, Lord, by the wicked's hand.


Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against th' ungodly nation; From the unjust and crafty man, O be thou my salvation.


My soul's bow'd down; for they a net have laid, my steps to snare: Into the pit which they have digg'd for me, they fallen are.