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Psalm 28:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

3 With ill men draw me not away that work iniquity; That speak peace to their friends, while in their hearts doth mischief lie.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, Which speak peace to their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 Drag me not away with the wicked, with the workers of iniquity, who speak peace with their neighbors, but malice and mischief are in their hearts.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 Draw me not away with the wicked, And with the workers of iniquity; That speak peace with their neighbors, But mischief is in their hearts.

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Common English Bible

3 Don’t drag me off with the wicked and those who do evil; the type who talk nice to their friends while evil thoughts are in their hearts!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 The voice of the Lord is over the waters. The God of majesty has thundered. The Lord is over many waters.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 The voice of the Lord is upon the waters; the God of majesty hath thundered, The Lord is upon many waters.

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Psalm 28:3
17 Cross References  

Thou hast it seen; for their mischief and spite thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to thee; thou art the orphan's stay.


His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit, is fill'd abundantly; And underneath his tongue there is mischief and vanity.


Unto his neighbour ev'ry one doth utter vanity: They with a double heart do speak, and lips of flattery.


My heart incline thou not unto the ills I should abhor, To practise wicked works with men that work iniquity; And with their delicates my taste let me not satisfy.


With sinners gather not my soul, and such as blood would spill:


He mischief, lying on his bed, most cunningly doth plot: He sets himself in ways not good, ill he abhorreth not.


Why dost thou boast, O mighty man, of mischief and of ill? The goodness of Almighty God endureth ever still.


More smooth than butter were his words, while in his heart was war; His speeches were more soft than oil, and yet drawn swords they are.


They only plot to cast him down from his excellency: They joy in lies; with mouth they bless, but they curse inwardly.


Behold, he with iniquity doth travail, as in birth; A mischief he conceived hath, and falsehood shall bring forth.


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