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Psalm 7:6 - Tree of Life Version

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Arise, O LORD, in thine anger, lift up thyself because of the rage of mine enemies: And awake for me to the judgment that thou hast commanded.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Arise, O Lord, in Your anger; lift up Yourself against the rage of my enemies; and awake [and stir up] for me the justice and vindication [that] You have commanded.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Arise, O Jehovah, in thine anger; Lift up thyself against the rage of mine adversaries, And awake for me; thou hast commanded judgment.

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Common English Bible

Get up, LORD; get angry! Stand up against the fury of my foes! Wake up, my God; you command that justice be done!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

let the enemy pursue my soul, and take hold of it, and trample my life into the earth, and drag down my glory into the dust.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Let the enemy pursue my soul, and take it, and tread down my life on the earth, and bring down my glory to the dust.

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Psalm 7:6
21 Tagairtí Cros  

Then Absalom and all the men of Israel said, “The counsel of Hushai the Archite is better than the counsel of Ahithophel.” For Adonai had ordained to thwart Ahithophel’s good counsel, so that Adonai might bring evil upon Absalom.


Adonai executes justice— judgments for all who are oppressed.


They say: “With our tongue we’ll prevail. We own our lips—who can master us?”


Though I walk amid trouble, You revive me. You stretch out Your hand against the wrath of my enemies, and Your right hand delivers me.


For an enemy pursues my soul. He crushes my life down to the ground. He makes me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.


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


A psalm of David. Adonai, oppose those who oppose me. Fight those who fight me.


Arise, awaken to my defense, to my cause—my God and my Lord!


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.


For no guilt of mine, they run and set things up. Awake! Help me! Look!


Like a dream when one awakes, thus when You arise, my Lord, You will despise their form.


Lift Your steps toward the perpetual ruins— an enemy has done all evil to the Sanctuary!


Then the Lord awoke as from sleep, as a warrior shaking off wine.


Adonai arises to contend a case, and stands to judge the people.


“Now I will arise,” says Adonai. “Now I will be exalted. Now I will lift Myself up.


Now, Adonai our God, save us from his hand, so that all the kingdoms of the earth may know that You alone are Adonai!”


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?