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Psalm 58:9 - English Standard Version 2016

9 Sooner than your pots can feel the heat of thorns, whether green or ablaze, may he sweep them away!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Before your pots can feel the thorns, He shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 Before your pots can feel the thorns [that are placed under them for fuel], He will take them away as with a whirlwind, the green and the burning ones alike.

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 Before your pots can feel the thorns, He will take them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.

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Common English Bible

9 Before your pots feel the thorns, whether green or burned up, God will sweep them away!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 And you, O Lord, will laugh at them. You will lead all the Gentiles to nothing.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

9 But thou, O Lord, shalt laugh at them: thou shalt bring all the nations to nothing.

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Psalm 58:9
17 Tagairtí Cros  

He is thrust from light into darkness, and driven out of the world.


The east wind lifts him up and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.


Or why was I not as a hidden stillborn child, as infants who never see the light?


In arrogance the wicked hotly pursue the poor; let them be caught in the schemes that they have devised.


His ways prosper at all times; your judgments are on high, out of his sight; as for all his foes, he puffs at them.


They surrounded me like bees; they went out like a fire among thorns; in the name of the Lord I cut them off!


But you, O God, will cast them down into the pit of destruction; men of blood and treachery shall not live out half their days. But I will trust in you.


when terror strikes you like a storm and your calamity comes like a whirlwind, when distress and anguish come upon you.


When the tempest passes, the wicked is no more, but the righteous is established forever.


The wicked is overthrown through his evildoing, but the righteous finds refuge in his death.


For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fools; this also is vanity.


The nations roar like the roaring of many waters, but he will rebuke them, and they will flee far away, chased like chaff on the mountains before the wind and whirling dust before the storm.


Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown, scarcely has their stem taken root in the earth, when he blows on them, and they wither, and the tempest carries them off like stubble.


Behold, the storm of the Lord! Wrath has gone forth, a whirling tempest; it will burst upon the head of the wicked.


But if the Lord creates something new, and the ground opens its mouth and swallows them up with all that belongs to them, and they go down alive into Sheol, then you shall know that these men have despised the Lord.”


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