men's sons. The just he proves: But his soul hates the wicked man, and him that vi'lence loves.
Psalm 25:19 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) Consider thou my foes, because they many are; And it a cruel hatred is which they against me bear. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Consider mine enemies; for they are many; And they hate me with cruel hatred. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Consider my enemies, for they abound; they hate me with cruel hatred. American Standard Version (1901) Consider mine enemies, for they are many; And they hate me with cruel hatred. Common English Bible Look at how many enemies I have and how violently they hate me! |
men's sons. The just he proves: But his soul hates the wicked man, and him that vi'lence loves.
Though I in midst of trouble walk, I life from thee shall have: 'Gainst my foes' wrath thou'lt stretch thine hand; thy right hand shall me save.
Lord, from the ill and froward man give me deliverance, And do thou safe preserve me from the man of violence:
Let not an evil speaker be on earth established: Mischief shall hunt the vi'lent man, till he be ruined.
Lord, keep me from the wicked's hands, from vi'lent men me save; Who utterly to overthrow my goings purpos'd have.
For th' en'my hath pursu'd my soul, my life to ground down tread: In darkness he hath made me dwell, as who have long been dead.
He saves me from mine enemies; yea, thou hast lifted me Above my foes; and from the man of vi'lence set me free.
Give me not to mine en'mies' will; for witnesses that lie Against me risen are, and such as breathe out cruelty.
When as mine enemies and foes, most wicked persons all, To eat my flesh against me rose, they stumbled and did fall.
But yet mine en'mies lively are, and strong are they beside; And they that hate me wrongfully are greatly multiply'd.
And they for good that render ill, as en'mies me withstood; Yea, ev'n for this, because that I do follow what is good.
Thy tongue mischievous calumnies deviseth subtilely, Like to a razor sharp to cut, working deceitfully.
They daily would me swallow up that hate me spitefully; For they be many that do fight against me, O most High.
My soul among fierce lions is, I firebrands live among, Men's sons, whose teeth are spears and darts, a sharp sword is their tongue.
O God, the proud against me rise, and vi'lent men have met, That for my soul have sought; and thee before them have not set.