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Psalm 140:2 - King James Version - American Edition

2 which imagine mischiefs in their heart; continually are they gathered together for war.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 Which imagine mischiefs in their heart; Continually are they gathered together for war.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 They devise mischiefs in their heart; continually they gather together and stir up wars.

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 Who devise mischiefs in their heart; Continually do they gather themselves together for war.

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Common English Bible

2 who plot evil things in their hearts, who pick fights every single day!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 Let my prayer be guided like incense in your sight: the lifting up of my hands, like the evening sacrifice.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

2 Let my prayer be directed as incense in thy sight; the lifting up of my hands, as evening sacrifice.

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Psalm 140:2
16 Tagairtí Cros  

I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.


For they intended evil against thee: they imagined a mischievous device, which they are not able to perform.


He deviseth mischief upon his bed; he setteth himself in a way that is not good; he abhorreth not evil.


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.


They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.


For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul: the mighty are gathered against me; not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O Lord.


How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? Ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.


Deceit is in the heart of them that imagine evil: but to the counselors of peace is joy.


For they have made ready their heart like an oven, while they lie in wait: their baker sleepeth all the night; in the morning it burneth as a flaming fire.


There is one come out of thee, that imagineth evil against the Lord, a wicked counselor.


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