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Psalm 4:2 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

O ye the sons of men! how long will ye love vanities? How long my glory turn to shame, and will ye follow lies?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

O ye sons of men, how long will ye turn my glory into shame? How long will ye love vanity, and seek after leasing? Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

O you sons of men, how long will you turn my honor and glory into shame? How long will you love vanity and futility and seek after lies? Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

O ye sons of men, how long shall my glory be turned into dishonor? How long will ye love vanity, and seek after falsehood? [Selah

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Common English Bible

How long, you people, will my reputation be insulted? How long will you continue to love what is worthless and go after lies? Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

When I called upon him, the God of my justice heeded me. In tribulation, you have enlarged me. Have mercy on me, and heed my prayer.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

When I called upon him, the God of my justice heard me: when I was in distress, thou hast enlarged me. Have mercy on me: and hear my prayer.

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Psalm 4:2
29 Tagairtí Cros  

And thus their glory, and their God, most vainly changed they Into the likeness of an ox that eateth grass or hay.


You shame the counsel of the poor, because God is his trust.


Why rage the heathen? and vain things why do the people mind?


Yet thou my shield and glory art, th' uplifter of mine head.


Those that do lying vanities regard, I have abhorr'd: But as for me, my confidence is fixed on the Lord.


Cutt'st off that liars be: The bloody and deceitful man abhorred is by thee.


And call upon me when in trouble thou shalt be; I will deliver thee, and thou my name shalt glorify.


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.


Do ye, O congregation, indeed speak righteousness? O ye that are the sons of men, judge ye with uprightness?


The wicked men estranged are, ev'n from the very womb; They, speaking lies, do stray as soon as to the world they come.


Yet shall the king in God rejoice, and each one glory shall That swear by him: but stopp'd shall be the mouth of liars all.


With right he shall thy people judge, thy poor with uprightness.