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Psalm 31:17 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Let me not be asham'd, O Lord, for on thee call'd I have: Let wicked men be sham'd, let them be silent in the grave.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Let me not be ashamed, O LORD; for I have called upon thee: Let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the grave.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Let me not be put to shame, O Lord, or disappointed, for I am calling upon You; let the wicked be put to shame, let them be silent in Sheol (the place of the dead).

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American Standard Version (1901)

Let me not be put to shame, O Jehovah; for I have called upon thee: Let the wicked be put to shame, let them be silent in Sheol.

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Common English Bible

LORD, don’t let me be put to shame because I have cried out to you. Let the wicked be put to shame; let them be silenced in death’s domain!

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Psalm 31:17
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The dead, nor who to silence go, God's praise do not record.


In thee, O Lord, I put my trust, sham'd let me never be; According to thy righteousness do thou deliver me.


They look'd to him, and lighten'd were: not shamed were their faces.


Sham'd and confounded be they all that at my hurt are glad; Let those against me that do boast with shame and scorn be clad.


Let them confounded be and sham'd that for my soul have sought: Who plot my hurt turn'd back be they, and to confusion brought.


Upon my heart, bestow'd by thee, more gladness I have found Than they, ev'n then, when corn and wine did most with them abound.


Sham'd and sore vex'd be all my foes, Sham'd and back turned suddenly.


My tongue thy justice shall proclaim, continuing all day long; For they confounded are, and sham'd, that seek to do me wrong.


O Lord of hosts, almighty God, how long shall kindled be Thy wrath against the prayer made by thine own folk to thee?


A vine from Egypt brought thou hast, by thine outstretched hand; And thou the heathen out didst cast, to plant it in their land.


Unless the Lord had been my help when I was sore opprest, Almost my soul had in the house of silence been at rest.