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Psalm 3:2 - American Standard Version (1901)

2 Many there are that say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. [Selah

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 Many are saying of me, There is no help for him in God. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

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Common English Bible

2 So many are talking about me: “Even God won’t help him.” Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

2 Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? Many are they who rise up against me.

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English Standard Version 2016

2 many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” Selah

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Psalm 3:2
14 Tagairtí Cros  

If it had not been Jehovah who was on our side, When men rose up against us;


All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,


I cry unto Jehovah with my voice, And he answereth me out of his holy hill. [Selah


Salvation belongeth unto Jehovah: Thy blessing be upon thy people. [Selah


O ye sons of men, how long shall my glory be turned into dishonor? How long will ye love vanity, and seek after falsehood? [Selah


Stand in awe, and sin not: Commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. [Selah


As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?


My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?


Saying, God hath forsaken him: Pursue and take him; for there is none to deliver.


Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, For the salvation of thine anointed; Thou woundedst the head out of the house of the wicked man, Laying bare the foundation even unto the neck. [Selah


God came from Teman, And the Holy One from mount Paran. [Selah His glory covered the heavens, And the earth was full of his praise.


Thy bow was made quite bare; The oaths to the tribes were a sure word. [Selah Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.


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