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Psalm 31:4 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 Pull me out of the net that they have laid privily for me: For thou art my strength.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 Draw me out of the net that they have laid secretly for me, for You are my Strength and my Stronghold.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 Pluck me out of the net that they have laid privily for me; For thou art my stronghold.

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Common English Bible

4 Get me out of this net that’s been set for me because you are my protective fortress.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 For, day and night, your hand was heavy upon me. I have been converted in my anguish, while still the thorn is piercing.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: I am turned in my anguish, whilst the thorn is fastened.

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Psalm 31:4
11 Cross References  

Our soul's escaped, as a bird out of the fowler's snare; The snare asunder broken is, and we escaped are.


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.


Upon the Lord, who worthy is of praises, will I cry; And then shall I preserved be safe from mine enemy.


The words which from my mouth proceed, the thoughts sent from my heart, Accept, O Lord, for thou my strength and my Redeemer art.


My soul he doth restore again; and me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, ev'n for his own name's sake.


Mine eyes upon the Lord continually are set: For he it is that shall bring forth my feet out of the net.


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


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.


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