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Psalm 69:14 - King James Version - American Edition

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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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 do thou for me, O God the Lord, for thy name's sake: because thy mercy is good, deliver thou me.


They compassed me about also with words of hatred; and fought against me without a cause.


Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;


Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me: neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.


My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?


Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.


Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.


For thou, Lord, art good, and ready to forgive; and plenteous in mercy unto all them that call upon thee.


I called upon thy name, O Lord, out of the low dungeon.


They that observe lying vanities forsake their own mercy.


And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, E´lo-i, E´lo-i, lama sabach´thani? which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?


But his citizens hated him, and sent a message after him, saying, We will not have this man to reign over us.


But those mine enemies, which would not that I should reign over them, bring hither, and slay them before me.


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