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Psalm 69:14 - American Standard Version 2015

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink:\par\tab Let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: Let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Rescue me out of the mire, and let me not sink; let me be delivered from those who hate me and from out of the deep waters.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: Let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

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Common English Bible

Save me from the mud! Don’t let me drown! Let me be saved from those who hate me and from these watery depths!

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Psalm 69:14
20 Tagairtí Cros  

But deal thou with me, O Jehovah the Lord, for thy name's sake:\par\tab Because thy lovingkindness is good, deliver thou me;


They have compassed me about also with words of hatred,\par\tab And fought against me without a cause.


Stretch forth thy hand from above;\par\tab Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters,\par\tab Out of the hand of aliens;


Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me;\par\tab Neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.


My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:\par\tab When shall I come and appear before God?


Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls:\par\tab All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.


Let not the waterflood overwhelm me,\par\tab Neither let the deep swallow me up;\par\tab And let not the pit shut its mouth upon me.


For thou, Lord, art good, and ready to forgive,\par\tab And abundant in lovingkindness unto all them that call upon thee.


I called upon thy name, O Jehovah, out of the lowest dungeon.


They that regard lying vanities\par\tab Forsake their own mercy.


And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, {\cf6 {\b Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?}} which is, being interpreted, {\cf6 {\b My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?}}


But his citizens hated him, and sent an ambassage after him, saying, We will not that this man reign over us.


But these mine enemies, that would not that I should reign over them, bring hither, and slay them before me.}\par