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Psalm 57:8 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

They shall come to nothing, like water running down; he hath bent his bow till they be weakened.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Awake, my glory (my inner self); awake, harp and lyre! I will awake right early [I will awaken the dawn]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake right early.

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Common English Bible

Wake up, my glory! Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake the dawn itself!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

They will come to nothing, like water flowing away. He has aimed his bow, while they are being weakened.

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English Standard Version 2016

Awake, my glory! Awake, O harp and lyre! I will awake the dawn!

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Psalm 57:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

And they came into Jerusalem with psalteries, and harps, and trumpets into the house of the Lord.


Praise him with sound of trumpet: praise him with psaltery and harp.


From the face of the wicked who have afflicted me. My enemies have surrounded my soul:


Blessed be the Lord, for he hath heard the voice of my supplication.


I am become a reproach among all my enemies, and very much to my neighbours; and a fear to my acquaintance. They that saw me without fled from me.


For they got not the possession of the land by their own sword: neither did their own arm save them. But thy right hand and thy arm, and the light of thy countenance: because thou wast pleased with them.


ARISE, arise, put on thy strength, O Sion, put on the garments of thy glory, O Jerusalem, the city of the Holy One: for henceforth the uncircumcised and unclean shall no more pass through thee.


Rejoice and give praise together, O ye deserts of Jerusalem, for the Lord hath comforted his people: he hath redeemed Jerusalem.


For this my heart hath been glad, and any tongue hath rejoiced: moreover my flesh also shall rest in hope.


Arise, arise, O Debbora, arise, arise, and utter a canticle. Arise, Barac, and take hold of thy captives, O son of Abinoem.