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Psalm 57:8 - English Standard Version 2016

8 Awake, my glory! Awake, O harp and lyre! I will awake the dawn!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Awake, my glory (my inner self); awake, harp and lyre! I will awake right early [I will awaken the dawn]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake right early.

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Common English Bible

8 Wake up, my glory! Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake the dawn itself!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 They will come to nothing, like water flowing away. He has aimed his bow, while they are being weakened.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 They shall come to nothing, like water running down; he hath bent his bow till they be weakened.

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Psalm 57:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

They came to Jerusalem with harps and lyres and trumpets, to the house of the Lord.


Praise him with trumpet sound; praise him with lute and harp!


Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices; my flesh also dwells secure.


And now my head shall be lifted up above my enemies all around me, and I will offer in his tent sacrifices with shouts of joy; I will sing and make melody to the Lord.


that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!


Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy, and I will praise you with the lyre, O God, my God.


Awake, awake, put on your strength, O Zion; put on your beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city; for there shall no more come into you the uncircumcised and the unclean.


Break forth together into singing, you waste places of Jerusalem, for the Lord has comforted his people; he has redeemed Jerusalem.


therefore my heart was glad, and my tongue rejoiced; my flesh also will dwell in hope.


“Awake, awake, Deborah! Awake, awake, break out in a song! Arise, Barak, lead away your captives, O son of Abinoam.


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