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Psalm 17:13 - Tree of Life Version

Arise, Adonai! Confront him! Make him bow down! Deliver my soul from the wicked with Your sword,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Arise, O LORD, disappoint him, cast him down: Deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Arise, O Lord! Confront and forestall them, cast them down! Deliver my life from the wicked by Your sword,

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American Standard Version (1901)

Arise, O Jehovah, Confront him, cast him down: Deliver my soul from the wicked by thy sword;

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Common English Bible

Get up, LORD! Confront them! Bring them down! Rescue my life from the wicked— use your sword!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

At the brightness that was before his sight, the clouds crossed by, with hail and coals of fire.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

At the brightness that was before him the clouds passed, hail and coals of fire.

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Psalm 17:13
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Arise, Adonai! O God, lift up Your hand. Do not forget the afflicted.


It is time for Adonai to act— they have violated Your Torah!


But You, Adonai, be not far off! O my strength! Come quickly to my aid!


I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people all around who have taken their stand against me.


But for Your sake we are slain all day. We are counted as sheep for slaughter.


For our soul sinks down to the dust. Our belly cleaves to the earth.


then let the enemy chase me, overtake me, and trample me into the ground, leaving my honor in the dirt! Selah


Who will rise up for me against the wicked? Who will stand up for me against evildoers?


Should the axe boast against the One who chops with it? Should the saw magnify itself against the One who wields it? It would be like a rod waving the One who lifts it, or like a staff hoisting up the One who is not wood!


Oy to Assyria, the rod of My anger— the club in their hand is My indignation!


They are coming from a far country— from the end of the heavens— Adonai and the weapons of His wrath, to destroy the whole land.


Have you not heard? I did it long ago! From ancient times I planned it. Now I have brought it to pass— that you should turn fortified cities into heaps of rubble.


Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of Adonai, awake, as in days of old, the generations of long ago. Was it not You who cut Rahab in pieces, who pierced the dragon?


Are not You from antiquity— Adonai my God, my Holy One? We will not die. Adonai, You have ordained him for judgment—as You, O Rock, have established him to chasten.


They did whatever Your hand and Your purpose predetermined to happen.