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Psalm 141:5 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Let him that righteous is me smite, it shall a kindness be; Let him reprove, I shall it count a precious oil to me: Such smiting shall not break my head; for yet the time shall fall, When I in their calamities to God pray for them shall.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Let the righteous smite me; It shall be a kindness: And let him reprove me; It shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: For yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Let the righteous man smite and correct me–it is a kindness. Oil so choice let not my head refuse or discourage; for even in their evils or calamities shall my prayer continue. [Prov. 9:8; 19:25; 25:12; Gal. 6:1.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

Let the righteous smite me, it shall be a kindness; And let him reprove me, it shall be as oil upon the head; Let not my head refuse it: For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.

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Common English Bible

Instead, let the righteous discipline me; let the faithful correct me! Let my head never reject that kind of fine oil, because my prayers are always against the deeds of the wicked.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

I considered toward the right, and I looked, but there was no one who would know me. Flight has perished before me, and there is no one who has concern for my soul.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to my soul.

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Psalm 141:5
23 Tagairtí Cros  

Do thou to all those that be good thy goodness, Lord, impart; And do thou good to those that are upright within their heart.


My table thou hast furnished in presence of my foes; My head thou dost with oil anoint, and my cup overflows.


Shew kindness, and do good, O Lord, to Sion, thine own hill: The walls of thy Jerusalem build up of thy good will.