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Psalm 57:8 - New Revised Standard Version

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

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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  

They came to Jerusalem, with harps and lyres and trumpets, to the house of the Lord.


Praise him with trumpet sound; praise him with lute and harp!


Therefore my heart is glad, and my soul rejoices; my body also rests secure.


Now my head is lifted up above my enemies all around me, and I will offer in his tent sacrifices with shouts of joy; I will sing and make melody to the Lord.


so that my soul may praise you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever.


Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy; and I will praise you with the harp, O God, my God.


Awake, awake, put on your strength, O Zion! Put on your beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city; for the uncircumcised and the unclean shall enter you no more.


Break forth together into singing, you ruins of Jerusalem; for the Lord has comforted his people, he has redeemed Jerusalem.


therefore my heart was glad, and my tongue rejoiced; moreover my flesh will live in hope.


“Awake, awake, Deborah! Awake, awake, utter a song! Arise, Barak, lead away your captives, O son of Abinoam.