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Psalm 3:2 - 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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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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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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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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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  

in Jerusalem. Mountains are round about it: so the Lord is round about his people from henceforth now and for ever.


But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter-up of my head.


For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.


When I called upon him, the God of my justice heard me: when I was in distress, thou hast enlarged me. Have mercy on me: and hear my prayer.


Know ye also that the Lord hath made his holy one wonderful: the Lord will hear me when I shall cry unto him.


Send forth thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles.


And all kings of the earth shall adore him: all nations shall serve him.


Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people: for salvation with thy Christ. Thou struckest the head of the house of the wicked: thou hast laid bare his foundation even to the neck.


God will come from the south, and the holy one from mount Pharan: His glory covered the heavens, and the earth is full of his praise.


Thou wilt surely take up thy bow: according to the oaths which thou hast spoken to the tribes. Thou wilt divide the rivers of the earth.


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