To judge the fatherless, and those that are oppressed sore; That man, that is but sprung of earth, may them oppress no more.
Psalm 13:2 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) How long take counsel in my soul, still sad in heart, shall I? How long exalted over me Shall be mine enemy? Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart daily? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? Amplified Bible - Classic Edition How long must I lay up cares within me and have sorrow in my heart day after day? How long shall my enemy exalt himself over me? American Standard Version (1901) How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? Common English Bible How long will I be left to my own wits, agony filling my heart? Daily? How long will my enemy keep defeating me? Catholic Public Domain Version The Lord has looked down from heaven upon the sons of men, to see if there were any who were considering or seeking God. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version The Lord hath looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there be any that understand and seek God. |
To judge the fatherless, and those that are oppressed sore; That man, that is but sprung of earth, may them oppress no more.
Of death the cords and sorrows did about me compass round; The pains of hell took hold on me, I grief and trouble found.
To silence put the lying lips, that grievous things do say, And hard reports, in pride and scorn, on righteous men do lay.
My soul is poured out in me, when this I think upon; Because that with the multitude I heretofore had gone: With them into God's house I went, with voice of joy and praise; Yea, with the multitude that kept the solemn holy days.
Lest that the enemy my soul should, like a lion, tear, In pieces rending it, while there is no deliverer.
How long, Lord, shall the enemy thus in reproach exclaim? And shall the adversary thus always blaspheme thy name?
That th' enemy reproached hath, O keep it in record; And that the foolish people have blasphem'd thy name, O Lord.
From infants' and from sucklings' mouth thou didest strength ordain, For thy foes' cause, that so thou might'st th' avenging foe restrain.
O en'my! now destructions have an end perpetual: Thou cities raz'd; perish'd with them is their memorial.