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Psalm 50:22

Young's Literal Translation 1862

Understand this, I pray you, Ye who are forgetting God, Lest I tear, and there is no deliverer.

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They look, and there is no saviour; Unto Jehovah, and He hath not answered them.

For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.

So `are' the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,

The wicked according to the height of his face, inquireth not. `God is not!' `are' all his devices.

Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.

The wicked do turn back to Sheol, All nations forgetting God.

For not for ever is the needy forgotten, The hope of the humble lost to the age.

In a day of prosperity be in gladness, And in a day of evil consider. Also this over-against that hath God made, To the intent that man doth not find anything after him.

And thou dost forget Jehovah thy maker, Who is stretching out the heavens, and founding earth, And thou dost fear continually all the day, Because of the fury of the oppressor, As he hath prepared to destroy. And where `is' the fury of the oppressor?

Doth a virgin forget her ornaments? A bride her bands? And My people have forgotten Me days without number.

And he seeth and turneth back, From all his transgressions that he hath done, He doth surely live, he doth not die,

I do meet them as a bereaved bear, And I rend the enclosure of their heart.

Cut off have been My people for lack of knowledge, Because thou knowledge hast rejected, I reject thee from being priest to Me, And thou forgettest the law of thy God, I forget thy sons, I also!

For I `am' as a lion to Ephraim, And as a young lion to the house of Judah, I -- I tear and go, I bear away, and there is no deliverer.

And perished hath refuge from the swift, And the strong strengtheneth not his power, And the mighty delivereth not his soul.

Yea, the remnant of Jacob hath been among nations, In the midst of many peoples, As a lion among beasts of a forest, As a young lion among ranks of a flock, Which if it hath passed through, Hath both trodden down and hath torn, And there is no deliverer.

And now, thus said Jehovah of Hosts, Set your heart to your ways.

`And having come to himself, he said, How many hirelings of my father have a superabundance of bread, and I here with hunger am perishing!

The Rock that begat thee thou forgettest, And neglectest God who formeth thee.

See ye, now, that I -- I `am' He, And there is no god with Me: I put to death, and I keep alive; I have smitten, and I heal; And there is not from My hand a deliverer,




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