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Psalm 41:8 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 An evil disease, say they, is poured out upon him and cleaves fast to him; and now that he is bedfast, he will not rise up again.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

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Common English Bible

8 “Some horrible thing has been poured into him; the next time he lies down, he won’t get up.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 Abyss calls upon abyss, with the voice of your floodgate. All your heights and your waves have passed over me.

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Psalm 41:8
7 Tagairtí Cros  

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


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


And ought not this daughter of Abraham, whom Satan hath bound, lo, these eighteen years, be loosed from this bond on the sabbath day?


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