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Psalm 69:14 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

14 Deliver me out of the mire, and don't let me sink. Let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

14 Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: Let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

14 Rescue me out of the mire, and let me not sink; let me be delivered from those who hate me and from out of the deep waters.

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American Standard Version (1901)

14 Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: Let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

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Common English Bible

14 Save me from the mud! Don’t let me drown! Let me be saved from those who hate me and from these watery depths!

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Psalm 69:14
20 Tagairtí Cros  

But deal with me, the LORD the Lord, for your name's sake, because your loving kindness is good, deliver me;


They have also surrounded me with words of hatred, and fought against me without a cause.


Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;


Don't let those who are my enemies wrongfully rejoice over me; neither let those who hate me without a cause wink their eyes.


My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?


Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.


Don't let the flood waters overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up. Don't let the pit shut its mouth on me.


For you, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive; abundant in loving kindness to all those who call on you.


I called on your name, LORD, out of the lowest dungeon.


Those who regard lying vanities forsake their own mercy.


At the ninth hour Yeshua cried with a loud voice, saying, *Elohi, Elohi, lama shavakhtani?* which is, being interpreted, *My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?*


But his citizens hated him, and sent an envoy after him, saying, 'We don't want this man to reign over us.'


But bring those enemies of mine who didn't want me to reign over them here, and kill them before me.'*


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