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Psalm 54:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

For they that strangers are to me do up against me rise; Oppressors seek my soul, and God set not before their eyes.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

For strangers are risen up against me, And oppressors seek after my soul: They have not set God before them. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

For strangers and insolent men are rising up against me, and violent men and ruthless ones seek and demand my life; they do not set God before them. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

For strangers are risen up against me, And violent men have sought after my soul: They have not set God before them. [Selah

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Common English Bible

The proud have come up against me; violent people want me dead. They pay no attention to God. Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Be attentive to me, and heed me. I have been grieved in my training, and I have been disturbed

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

be attentive to me and hear me. I am grieved in my exercise; and am troubled,

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Psalm 54:3
13 Tagairtí Cros  

Before me still the Lord I set: sith it is so that he Doth ever stand at my right hand, I shall not moved be.


O let him help send from above, out of his sanctuary: From Sion, his own holy hill, let him give strength to thee.


For dogs have compass'd me about: the wicked, that did meet In their assembly, me inclos'd; they pierc'd my hands and feet.


The wicked man's transgression within my heart thus says, Undoubtedly the fear of God is not before his eyes.


Sham'd and confounded be they all that seek my soul to kill; Yea, let them backward driven be, and sham'd, that wish me ill.


Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against th' ungodly nation; From the unjust and crafty man, O be thou my salvation.


These workers of iniquity, do they not know at all, That they my people eat as bread, and on God do not call?


To brethren strange, to mother's sons an alien I became.


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.