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Psalm 9:12 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

When he enquireth after blood, he then rememb'reth them: The humble folk he not forgets that call upon his name.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

When he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them: He forgetteth not the cry of the humble.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

For He Who avenges the blood [of His people shed unjustly] remembers them; He does not forget the cry of the afflicted (the poor and the humble).

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American Standard Version (1901)

For he that maketh inquisition for blood remembereth them; He forgetteth not the cry of the poor.

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Common English Bible

Because the one who avenges bloodshed remembers those who suffer; the LORD hasn’t forgotten their cries for help.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Sing a psalm to the Lord, who dwells in Zion. Announce his study among the Gentiles.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Sing ye to the Lord, who dwelleth in Sion: declare his ways among the Gentiles:

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Psalm 9:12
21 Tagairtí Cros  

Thou hast it seen; for their mischief and spite thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to thee; thou art the orphan's stay.


O Lord, of those that humble are thou the desire didst hear; Thou wilt prepare their heart, and thou to hear wilt bend thine ear;


The prayer of the destitute he surely will regard; Their prayer will he not despise, by him it shall be heard.


For God of Sion hath made choice; there he desires to dwell.


For he despis'd not nor abhorr'd th' afflicted's misery; Nor from him hid his face, but heard when he to him did cry.


This poor man cry'd, God heard, and sav'd him from all his distresses.


God's chariots twenty thousand are, thousands of angels strong; In's holy place God is, as in mount Sinai, them among.


O call to thy rememberance thy congregation, Which thou hast purchased of old; still think the same upon: The rod of thine inheritance, which thou redeemed hast, This Sion hill, wherein thou hadst thy dwelling in times past.


There arrows of the bow he brake, the shield, the sword, the war.