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Psalm 35:10 - King James Version - American Edition

10 All my bones shall say, Lord, who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 All my bones shall say, LORD, who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, Yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

10 All my bones shall say, Lord, who is like You, You Who deliver the poor and the afflicted from him who is too strong for him, yes, the poor and the needy from him who snatches away his goods?

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American Standard Version (1901)

10 All my bones shall say, Jehovah, who is like unto thee, Who deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, Yea, the poor and the needy from him that robbeth him?

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Common English Bible

10 All my bones will say, “LORD, who could compare to you? You rescue the weak from those who overpower them; you rescue the weak and the needy from those who plunder them.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

10 For with you is the fountain of life; and within your light, we will see the light.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

10 For with thee is the fountain of life; and in thy light we shall see light.

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Psalm 35:10
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he delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them that hated me: for they were too strong for me.


Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand: the poor committeth himself unto thee; thou art the helper of the fatherless.


For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a hearth.


The Lord executeth righteousness and judgment for all that are oppressed.


For he shall stand at the right hand of the poor, to save him from those that condemn his soul.


I know that the Lord will maintain the cause of the afflicted, and the right of the poor.


Surely the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name: the upright shall dwell in thy presence.


which executeth judgment for the oppressed: which giveth food to the hungry. The Lord looseth the prisoners:


He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them which hated me: for they were too strong for me.


I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.


For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; neither hath he hid his face from him; but when he cried unto him, he heard.


When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.


He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken.


This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.


The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, and to slay such as be of upright conversation.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.


Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.


Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.


For the Lord heareth the poor, and despiseth not his prisoners.


Thy righteousness also, O God, is very high, who hast done great things: O God, who is like unto thee!


Among the gods there is none like unto thee, O Lord; neither are there any works like unto thy works.


Who is like unto thee, O Lord, among the gods? Who is like thee, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?


To whom then will ye liken God? or what likeness will ye compare unto him?


To whom then will ye liken me, or shall I be equal? saith the Holy One.


Who would not fear thee, O King of nations? for to thee doth it appertain: forasmuch as among all the wise men of the nations, and in all their kingdoms, there is none like unto thee.


Sing unto the Lord, praise ye the Lord: for he hath delivered the soul of the poor from the hand of evildoers.


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