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Psalm 9:13 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

13 Be gracious to me, O Lord. See what I suffer from those who hate me; you are the one who lifts me up from the gates of death,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; Consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 Have mercy upon me and be gracious to me, O Lord; consider how I am afflicted by those who hate me, You Who lift me up from the gates of death,

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; Behold my affliction which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death;

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Common English Bible

13 Have mercy on me, LORD! Just look how I suffer because of those who hate me. But you are the one who brings me back from the very gates of death

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 Because of those who yearned for their blood, he has remembered them. He has not forgotten the cry of the poor.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 For requiring their blood he hath remembered them he hath not forgotten the cry of the poor.

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Psalm 9:13
24 Références croisées  

And the Lord said, “What have you done? Listen, your brother’s blood is crying out to me from the ground!


Then the Lord said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?” He said, “I do not know; am I my brother’s keeper?”


You shall say to him: Thus says the Lord: Have you killed and also taken possession? You shall say to him: Thus says the Lord: In the place where dogs licked up the blood of Naboth, dogs will also lick up your blood.”


‘For the blood of Naboth and for the blood of his children that I saw yesterday, says the Lord, I swear I will repay you on this very plot of ground.’ Now, therefore, lift him out and throw him on the plot of ground in accordance with the word of the Lord.”


King Joash did not remember the kindness that Jehoiada, Zechariah’s father, had shown him but killed his son. As he was dying, he said, “May the Lord see and avenge!”


“Now therefore, our God—the great and mighty and awesome God, keeping covenant and steadfast love—do not treat lightly all the hardship that has come upon us, upon our kings, our officials, our priests, our prophets, our ancestors, and all your people, since the time of the kings of Assyria until today.


Rise up, O Lord; O God, lift up your hand; do not forget the oppressed.


they loathed any kind of food, and they drew near to the gates of death.


Turn to me and be gracious to me, as is your custom toward those who love your name.


Look on my misery and rescue me, for I do not forget your law.


The promises of the Lord are promises that are pure, silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.


Consider and answer me, O Lord my God! Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep the sleep of death,


Listen to my cry, for I am brought very low. Save me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.


Consider how many are my foes and with what violent hatred they hate me.


O Lord, you brought up my soul from Sheol, restored me to life from among those gone down to the Pit.


Those who are my foes without cause are mighty, and many are those who hate me wrongfully.


Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercy, blot out my transgressions.


For you have delivered my soul from death and my feet from falling, so that I may walk before God in the light of life.


For great is your steadfast love toward me; you have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol.


I said: In the noontide of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.


All her people groan as they search for bread; they trade their treasures for food to revive their lives. Look, O Lord, and see how worthless I have become.


Her uncleanness was in her skirts; she took no thought of her future; her downfall was appalling, with none to comfort her. Look, O Lord, at my affliction, for the enemy has triumphed!


Now standing there were six stone water jars for the Jewish rites of purification, each holding twenty or thirty gallons.


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