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Psalm 38:12 - Catholic Public Domain Version

I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

They also that seek and demand my life lay snares for me, and they that seek and require my hurt speak crafty and mischievous things; they meditate treachery and deceit all the day long.

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American Standard Version (1901)

They also that seek after my life lay snares for me; And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, And meditate deceits all the day long.

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Common English Bible

Those who want me dead lay traps; those who want me harmed utter threats, muttering lies all day long.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider: surely in vain is any man disquieted.

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English Standard Version 2016

Those who seek my life lay their snares; those who seek my hurt speak of ruin and meditate treachery all day long.

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Psalm 38:12
18 Tagairtí Cros  

He has put my brothers far from me, and my friends have withdrawn from me like strangers.


The just one will correct me with mercy, and he will rebuke me. But do not allow the oil of the sinner to fatten my head. For my prayer will still be toward their good will.


The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit. He is unwilling to understand, so that he may act well.


These things I have remembered; and my soul within me, I have poured out. For I will cross into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, all the way to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and confession, the sound of feasting.


Be attentive to me, and heed me. I have been grieved in my training, and I have been disturbed


O Lord, God of hosts, who is like you? You are powerful, Lord, and your truth is all around you.


The brothers of the poor man hate him. Moreover, even his friends have withdrawn far from him. Whoever pursues only words shall have nothing.