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Psalm 59:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

For, lo, they for my soul lay wait: the mighty do combine Against me, Lord; not for my fault, nor any sin of mine.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul: The mighty are gathered against me; Not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O LORD.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

For, behold, they lie in wait for my life; fierce and mighty men are banding together against me, not for my transgression nor for any sin of mine, O Lord.

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American Standard Version (1901)

For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul; The mighty gather themselves together against me: Not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O Jehovah.

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Common English Bible

Look at how they lie in ambush for my life! Powerful people are attacking me, LORD— but not because of any error or sin of mine.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

O God, you have rejected us, and you have ruined us. You became angry, and yet you have been merciful to us.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

O God, thou hast cast us off, and hast destroyed us; thou hast been angry, and hast had mercy on us.

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Psalm 59:3
18 Tagairtí Cros  

Who in their heart mischievous things are meditating ever; And they for war assembled are continually together.


Kings of the earth do set themselves, and princes are combin'd, To plot against the Lord, and his Anointed, saying thus,


Yea, they that seek my life lay snares: who seek to do me wrong Speak things mischievous, and deceits imagine all day long.


They meet, they lurk, they mark my steps, waiting my soul to kill.


Those men that do without a cause bear hatred unto me, Than are the hairs upon my head in number more they be: They that would me destroy, and are mine en'mies wrongfully, Are mighty: so what I took not, to render forc'd was I.