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Psalm 59:1 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

1 To the overseer, Thou wilt not destroy, to David a poem; in Saul sending, and they will watch the house to kill him. Deliver me from mine enemies, O God: thou wilt set me on high from those rising up against me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: Defend me from them that rise up against me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 DELIVER ME from my enemies, O my God; defend and protect me from those who rise up against me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: Set me on high from them that rise up against me.

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Common English Bible

1 Oh, my God, deliver me from my enemies; put me out of reach from those who rise up against me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 Unto the end. For those who will be changed, with the inscription of a title, of David himself, for instruction:

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

1 Unto the end, for them that shall be changed, for the inscription of a title, to David himself, for doctrine,

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Psalm 59:1
16 Tagairtí Cros  

From the oppression of the poor, from the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, Jehovah will say; I will set with salvation, he will puff at him.


And in thy mercy thou wilt cut off mine enemies, and thou destroyedst all those pressing my soul: for I am thy servant


Deliver me from mine enemies, O Jehovah: to thee I covered myself.


Delivering me from mine enemies: from those rising up thou wilt lift me up: thou wilt deliver me from the man of violence


To the overseer; chanting of David. Jehovah will answer thee in the day of straits; the name of the God of Jacob shall exalt thee.


To the overseer, Thou wilt not destroy, to David a poem in his fleeing from the face of Saul in the cave. Compassionate me, O God, compassionate me: for in thee my soul put trust, and in the shadow of thy wings I will put my trust till calamity shall pass by.


To the overseer, Thou wilt not destroy; to David a poem. Will ye indeed speak dumb justice? will ye judge justly, ye sons of man?


My God, deliver me from the hand of the unjust one, from the hand of him transgressing, and the violent one.


For he delighted in me and I will deliver him: I will exalt him, for he knew my name.


He shall dwell upon heights: the strongholds of rocks his height: his bread was given; his waters sure.


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