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Psalm 41:5 - English Standard Version 2016

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

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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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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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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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Psalm 41:5
13 Tagairtí Cros  

His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.


he will perish forever like his own dung; those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’


All the day my enemies taunt me; those who deride me use my name for a curse.


Those who seek my life lay their snares; those who seek my hurt speak of ruin and meditate treachery all day long.


For I know my transgressions, and my sin is ever before me.


Behold, you delight in truth in the inward being, and you teach me wisdom in the secret heart.


my enemies trample on me all day long, for many attack me proudly.


I cry out to God Most High, to God who fulfills his purpose for me.


that your way may be known on earth, your saving power among all nations.


Turn to me and be gracious to me; give your strength to your servant, and save the son of your maidservant.


Be gracious to me, O Lord, for to you do I cry all the day.


The memory of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot.


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