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Psalm 3:7

Rotherham Emphasized Bible 1902

Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.

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O God! break away their teeth in their mouth, The biters of the young lions, knock thou out, O Yahweh!

And I shivered the fangs of the perverse,—and, out of his teeth, I tare the prey.

They have gaped upon me with their mouth, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks.

Thou, therefore, O Yahweh, God of hosts, God of Israel, Awake, to visit all the nations, Do not show favour to any iniquitous traitors. Selah.

Arise! Yahweh! O GOD! raise thy hand,—Do not forget the patient!

Awake, awake put on strength, O arm of Yahweh, Awake, As in days of old, The generations of bygone ages: Art not thou that which—Hewed down Rahab, Piercing the Crocodile?

Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded:

Return, O Yahweh, deliver my soul, Save me, for the sake of thy lovingkindness;

Let him give, to him that smiteth him, his cheek, let him be sated with reproach.

When God rose up to judgment, To save all the oppressed of the earth. Selah.

Wherefore shouldst thou withdraw thy hand—thy right hand? Bring it out of the midst of thy bosom! Selah.

Awake thou! wherefore shouldst thou sleep, O Lord? Bestir thee! do not reject us altogether!

Bestir thyself and wake up, to my vindication, O my God and My Lord!—to my plea:

Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say,—I will place him in safety—let him puff at him!

Alas! for him who saith to wood, Awake, bestir thee! to a silent stone, he, shall teach! Though he is overlaid with gold and silver, yet, no spirit whatsoever, is in him!

And the battle there was spread out over the face of all the land,—and the forest devoured more of the people than the sword devoured on that day.

Though there pitch against me—a camp, my heart shall not fear,—Though there come up against me—a battle, still, am I confident.




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