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Genesis 49:6

Young's Literal Translation 1862

Into their secret, come not, O my soul! Unto their assembly be not united, O mine honour; For in their anger they slew a man, And in their self-will eradicated a prince.

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And Jacob saith unto Simeon and unto Levi, `Ye have troubled me, by causing me to stink among the inhabitants of the land, among the Canaanite, and among the Perizzite: and I `am' few in number, and they have been gathered against me, and have smitten me, and I have been destroyed, I and my house.'

and David captureth from him a thousand and seven hundred horsemen, and twenty thousand footmen, and David destroyeth utterly the whole of the charioteers, only he leaveth of them a hundred charioteers.

and David captureth from him a thousand chariots, and seven thousand horsemen, and twenty thousand footmen, and David destroyeth utterly all the chariots, and leaveth of them a hundred chariots `only'.

O the happiness of that one, who Hath not walked in the counsel of the wicked. And in the way of sinners hath not stood, And in the seat of scorners hath not sat;

By David. Bless, O my soul, Jehovah, And all my inward parts -- His Holy Name.

Dost Thou slay, O God, the wicked? Then, men of blood, turn aside from me!

Therefore hath my heart been glad, And my honour doth rejoice, Also my flesh dwelleth confidently:

Do not gather with sinners my soul, And with men of blood my life,

Draw me not with the wicked, And with workers of iniquity, Speaking peace with their neighbours, And evil in their heart.

So that honour doth praise Thee, and is not silent, O Jehovah, my God, to the age I thank Thee!

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall from their own counsels, In the abundance of their transgressions Drive them away, Because they have rebelled against Thee.

Awake, mine honour, awake, psaltery and harp, I awake the morning dawn.

Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

If they say, `Come with us, we lay wait for blood, We watch secretly for the innocent without cause,

The thoughts of the righteous `are' justice, The counsels of the wicked -- deceit.

I have not sat in an assembly of deriders, Nor do I exult, because of thy hand, -- Alone I have sat, For `with' indignation Thou hast filled me.

My bowels, my bowels! I am pained `at' the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!

and I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast many good things laid up for many years, be resting, eat, drink, be merry.

Become not yoked with others -- unbelievers, for what partaking `is there' to righteousness and lawlessness?

`Cursed `is' he who is smiting his neighbour in secret, -- and all the people have said, Amen.

and Joshua doth to them as Jehovah said to him; their horses he hath houghed, and their chariots burnt with fire.

The brook Kishon swept them away, The brook most ancient -- the brook Kishon. Thou dost tread down strength, O my soul!




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