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Psalm 74:19 - King James Version - American Edition

19 O deliver not the soul of thy turtledove unto the multitude of the wicked: forget not the congregation of thy poor for ever.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 O deliver not the soul of thy turtledove unto the multitude of the wicked: Forget not the congregation of thy poor for ever.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 Oh, do not deliver the life of your turtledove to the wild beast (to the greedy multitude); forget not the life [of the multitude] of Your poor forever.

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 Oh deliver not the soul of thy turtle-dove unto the wild beast: Forget not the life of thy poor for ever.

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Common English Bible

19 Don’t deliver the life of your dove to wild animals! Don’t forget the lives of your afflicted people forever!

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Psalm 74:19
12 Tagairtí Cros  

Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up thine hand: forget not the humble.


Thy congregation hath dwelt therein: thou, O God, hast prepared of thy goodness for the poor.


Though ye have lain among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold.


He shall judge thy people with righteousness, and thy poor with judgment.


For the needy shall not always be forgotten: the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever.


O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.


Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gil´e-ad.


My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.


Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?


I will also leave in the midst of thee an afflicted and poor people, and they shall trust in the name of the Lord.


Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.


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