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Psalm 41:5 - Catholic Public Domain Version

5 These things I have remembered; and my soul within me, I have poured out. For I will cross into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, all the way to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and confession, the sound of feasting.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 My enemies speak evil of me, [saying], When will he die and his name perish?

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Mine enemies speak evil against me, saying, When will he die, and his name perish?

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Common English Bible

5 My enemies speak maliciously about me: “When will he die and his name disappear?”

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.

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English Standard Version 2016

5 My enemies say of me in malice, “When will he die, and his name perish?”

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Psalm 41:5
13 Tagairtí Cros  

Let the memory of him perish from the earth, and let not his name be celebrated in the streets.


in the end, he will be destroyed like a trash heap, and those who had seen him will say: "Where is he?"


The Lord is compassionate and merciful, patient and full of mercy.


I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.


Why do you glory in malice, you who are powerful in iniquity?


You have loved all precipitous words, you deceitful tongue.


Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me. For my soul trusts in you. And I will hope in the shadow of your wings, until iniquity passes away.


If, truly and certainly, you speak justice, then judge what is right, you sons of men.


May God rise up, and may his enemies be scattered, and may those who hate him flee from before his face.


Glorious things are being said of you, O City of God.


The remembrance of the just is with praises. And the name of the impious shall decay.


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