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Psalm 57:8 - King James 2000

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

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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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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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Psalm 57:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

And they came to Jerusalem with lyres and harps and trumpets unto the house of the LORD.


Praise him with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the lute and harp.


Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices: my flesh also shall rest in hope.


And now shall my head be lifted up above my enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the LORD.


To the end that my glory may sing praise to you, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto you forever.


Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise you, O God my God.


Awake, awake; put on your strength, O Zion; put on your beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city: for no longer, there shall no more come into you the uncircumcised and the unclean.


Break forth into joy, sing together, you waste places of Jerusalem: for the LORD has comforted his people, he has redeemed Jerusalem.


Therefore did my heart rejoice, and my tongue was glad; moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope:


Awake, awake, Deborah: awake, awake, utter a song: arise, Barak, and lead your captives captive, you son of Abinoam.