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Psalm 38:12 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

12 They also who seek after my life lay snares. Those who seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and meditate deceits all day long.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 They also that seek and demand my life lay snares for me, and they that seek and require my hurt speak crafty and mischievous things; they meditate treachery and deceit all the day long.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 They also that seek after my life lay snares for me; And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, And meditate deceits all the day long.

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Common English Bible

12 Those who want me dead lay traps; those who want me harmed utter threats, muttering lies all day long.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.

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Psalm 38:12
18 Tagairtí Cros  

*He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.


He lurks in secret as a lion in his ambush. He lies in wait to catch the helpless. He catches the helpless, when he draws him in his net.


The wicked have laid a snare for me, yet I haven't gone astray from your precepts.


The proud have hidden a snare for me, they have spread the cords of a net by the path. They have set traps for me. Selah.


Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, from the traps of the workers of iniquity.


I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.


For they don't speak shalom, but they devise deceitful words against those who are quiet in the land.


Let those who seek after my soul be disappointed and brought to dishonor. Let those who plot my ruin be turned back and confounded.


My enemies speak evil against me: *When will he die, and his name perish?*


For strangers have risen up against me. Violent men have sought after my soul. They haven't set God before them. Selah.


For the zeal of your house consumes me. The reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.


My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.


All the relatives of the poor shun him: how much more do his friends avoid him! He pursues them with pleas, but they are gone.


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