Thou hast it seen; for their mischief and spite thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to thee; thou art the orphan's stay.
Psalm 28:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) With ill men draw me not away that work iniquity; That speak peace to their friends, while in their hearts doth mischief lie. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, Which speak peace to their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Drag me not away with the wicked, with the workers of iniquity, who speak peace with their neighbors, but malice and mischief are in their hearts. American Standard Version (1901) Draw me not away with the wicked, And with the workers of iniquity; That speak peace with their neighbors, But mischief is in their hearts. Common English Bible Don’t drag me off with the wicked and those who do evil; the type who talk nice to their friends while evil thoughts are in their hearts! Catholic Public Domain Version The voice of the Lord is over the waters. The God of majesty has thundered. The Lord is over many waters. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version The voice of the Lord is upon the waters; the God of majesty hath thundered, The Lord is upon many waters. |
Thou hast it seen; for their mischief and spite thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to thee; thou art the orphan's stay.
His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit, is fill'd abundantly; And underneath his tongue there is mischief and vanity.
Unto his neighbour ev'ry one doth utter vanity: They with a double heart do speak, and lips of flattery.
My heart incline thou not unto the ills I should abhor, To practise wicked works with men that work iniquity; And with their delicates my taste let me not satisfy.
He mischief, lying on his bed, most cunningly doth plot: He sets himself in ways not good, ill he abhorreth not.
Why dost thou boast, O mighty man, of mischief and of ill? The goodness of Almighty God endureth ever still.
More smooth than butter were his words, while in his heart was war; His speeches were more soft than oil, and yet drawn swords they are.
They only plot to cast him down from his excellency: They joy in lies; with mouth they bless, but they curse inwardly.
Behold, he with iniquity doth travail, as in birth; A mischief he conceived hath, and falsehood shall bring forth.