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Psalm 62:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

How long will ye against a man plot mischief? ye shall all Be slain; ye as a tott'ring fence shall be, and bowing wall.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? Ye shall be slain all of you: As a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

How long will you set upon a man that you may slay him, all of you, like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?

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American Standard Version (1901)

How long will ye set upon a man, That ye may slay him, all of you, Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?

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Common English Bible

How long will all of you attack others; how long will you tear them down as if they were leaning walls or broken-down fences?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

By a deserted land, both inaccessible and waterless, so I have appeared in the sanctuary before you, in order to behold your virtue and your glory.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

In a desert land, and where there is no way, and no water: so in the sanctuary have I come before thee, to see thy power and thy glory.

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Psalm 62:3
19 Tagairtí Cros  

They in the Lord that firmly trust shall be like Sion hill, Which at no time can be remov'd, but standeth ever still.


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


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.


Upon the Lord, who worthy is of praises, will I cry; And then shall I preserved be safe from mine enemy.


For they beyond their might 'gainst thee did plot mischief and wrong.


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


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


How long, accepting persons vile, will ye give judgment wrong?