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Psalm 39:10 - Catholic Public Domain Version

10 I have announced your justice in a great Church: behold, I will not restrain my lips. O Lord, you have known it.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

10 Remove Your stroke away from me; I am consumed by the conflict and the blow of Your hand.

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American Standard Version (1901)

10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.

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Common English Bible

10 Get this plague of yours off me! I’m being destroyed by the blows from your fist.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

10 I have declared thy justice in a great church, lo, I will not restrain my lips: O Lord, thou knowest it.

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English Standard Version 2016

10 Remove your stroke from me; I am spent by the hostility of your hand.

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Psalm 39:10
10 Tagairtí Cros  

Take your hand far away from me, and do not let your dread terrify me.


He said to her, "You have spoken like one of the foolish wives. If we accepted good things from the hand of God, why should we not accept bad things?" In all this, Job did not sin with his lips.


Hide them in the dust together and plunge their faces into the pit.


Let him take his staff away from me, and let not the fear of him terrify me.


For the word of the Lord is upright, and all his works are in faith.


JOD. He shall sit solitary and silent. For he has lifted it upon himself.


And Moses said to Aaron: "This is what the Lord has spoken: 'I will be sanctified in those who approach me, and I will be glorified in the sight of all the people.' " And upon hearing this, Aaron was silent.


"In accord with the number of the provinces of the Philistines, you shall fashion five gold cysts and five gold mice. For the same plague has been upon all of you and your princes. And you shall fashion a likeness of your cysts and a likeness of the mice, which have destroyed the land. And so shall you give glory to the God of Israel, so that perhaps he may lift off his hand from you, and from your gods, and from your land.


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