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Psalm 56:1 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Shew mercy, Lord, to me, for man would swallow me outright; He me oppresseth, while he doth against me daily fight.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Be merciful unto me, O God: for man would swallow me up; He fighting daily oppresseth me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

BE MERCIFUL and gracious to me, O God, for man would trample me or devour me; all the day long the adversary oppresses me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Be merciful unto me, O God; for man would swallow me up: All the day long he fighting oppresseth me.

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Common English Bible

God, have mercy on me because I’m being trampled. All day long the enemy oppresses me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Unto the end. May you not destroy. Of David, with the inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into a cave.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Unto the end, destroy not, for David, for an inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into the cave.

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Psalm 56:1
25 Tagairtí Cros  

Therefore the earth did open wide, and Dathan did devour, And all Abiram's company did cover in that hour.


They had us swallow'd quick, when as their wrath 'gainst us did flame:


Who Egypt's first-born kill'd outright: for his grace faileth never.


But Phar'oh and his host did drown: for mercy hath he ever.


And of thy mercy slay my foes; let all destroyed be That do afflict my soul: for I a servant am to thee.


Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee.


Like fiery ov'n thou shalt them make, when kindled is thine ire; God shall them swallow in his wrath, devour them shall the fire.


When as mine enemies and foes, most wicked persons all, To eat my flesh against me rose, they stumbled and did fall.


O Lord, upon me mercy have, for trouble is on me: Mine eye, my belly, and my soul, with grief consumed be.


Nor let them say within their hearts, Ah, we would have it thus; Nor suffer them to say, that he is swallow'd up by us.


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


My God, deliver me from those that are mine enemies; And do thou me defend from those that up against me rise.


He of my mercy that is God betimes shall me prevent; Upon mine en'mies God shall let me see mine heart's content.


O Lord, thou hast rejected us, and scatter'd us abroad; Thou justly hast displeased been; return to us, O God.