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Psalm 40:14 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

14 Sham'd and confounded be they all that seek my soul to kill; Yea, let them backward driven be, and sham'd, that wish me ill.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

14 Let them be ashamed and confounded together That seek after my soul to destroy it; Let them be driven backward and put to shame that wish me evil.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

14 Let them be put to shame and confounded together who seek and require my life to destroy it; let them be driven backward and brought to dishonor who wish me evil and delight in my hurt!

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American Standard Version (1901)

14 Let them be put to shame and confounded together That seek after my soul to destroy it: Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor That delight in my hurt.

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Common English Bible

14 Let those who seek my life, who want me dead, be disgraced and put to shame. Let those who want to do me harm be thoroughly frustrated and humiliated.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

14 Blessed is the Lord God of Israel, for all generations and even forever. Amen. Amen.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

14 Blessed by the Lord the God of Israel from eternity to eternity. So be it. So be it.

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Psalm 40:14
16 Cross References  

From God let this be their reward that en'mies are to me, And their reward that speak against my soul maliciously.


Bulls many compass me, strong bulls of Bashan me surround.


From sword my soul, from pow'r of dogs my darling set thou free.


Sham'd and confounded be they all that at my hurt are glad; Let those against me that do boast with shame and scorn be clad.


Let them confounded be and sham'd that for my soul have sought: Who plot my hurt turn'd back be they, and to confusion brought.


Lord, haste me to deliver; with speed, Lord, succor me.


Confound, consume them, that unto my soul are enemies: Cloth'd be they with reproach and shame that do my hurt devise.


When back my foes were turn'd, they fell, and perish'd at thy sight:


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