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Psalm 17:13 - English Standard Version 2016

13 Arise, O Lord! Confront him, subdue him! Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 Arise, O LORD, disappoint him, cast him down: Deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 Arise, O Lord! Confront and forestall them, cast them down! Deliver my life from the wicked by Your sword,

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 Arise, O Jehovah, Confront him, cast him down: Deliver my soul from the wicked by thy sword;

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Common English Bible

13 Get up, LORD! Confront them! Bring them down! Rescue my life from the wicked— use your sword!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 At the brightness that was before his sight, the clouds crossed by, with hail and coals of fire.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 At the brightness that was before him the clouds passed, hail and coals of fire.

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Psalm 17:13
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up your hand; forget not the afflicted.


It is time for the Lord to act, for your law has been broken.


Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog!


Arise, O Lord! Save me, O my God! For you strike all my enemies on the cheek; you break the teeth of the wicked.


Awake! Why are you sleeping, O Lord? Rouse yourself! Do not reject us forever!


Rise up; come to our help! Redeem us for the sake of your steadfast love!


Arise, O Lord, in your anger; lift yourself up against the fury of my enemies; awake for me; you have appointed a judgment.


Who rises up for me against the wicked? Who stands up for me against evildoers?


Shall the axe boast over him who hews with it, or the saw magnify itself against him who wields it? As if a rod should wield him who lifts it, or as if a staff should lift him who is not wood!


Woe to Assyria, the rod of my anger; the staff in their hands is my fury!


They come from a distant land, from the end of the heavens, the Lord and the weapons of his indignation, to destroy the whole land.


“‘Have you not heard that I determined it long ago? I planned from days of old what now I bring to pass, that you should make fortified cities crash into heaps of ruins,


Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the Lord; awake, as in days of old, the generations of long ago. Was it not you who cut Rahab in pieces, who pierced the dragon?


Are you not from everlasting, O Lord my God, my Holy One? We shall not die. O Lord, you have ordained them as a judgment, and you, O Rock, have established them for reproof.


to do whatever your hand and your plan had predestined to take place.


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