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Psalm 9:13 - King James Version - American Edition

13 Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; Consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 Have mercy upon me and be gracious to me, O Lord; consider how I am afflicted by those who hate me, You Who lift me up from the gates of death,

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; Behold my affliction which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death;

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Common English Bible

13 Have mercy on me, LORD! Just look how I suffer because of those who hate me. But you are the one who brings me back from the very gates of death

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 Because of those who yearned for their blood, he has remembered them. He has not forgotten the cry of the poor.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 For requiring their blood he hath remembered them he hath not forgotten the cry of the poor.

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Psalm 9:13
24 Tagairtí Cros  

And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground.


And the Lord said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: Am I my brother's keeper?


And thou shalt speak unto him, saying, Thus saith the Lord, Hast thou killed, and also taken possession? And thou shalt speak unto him, saying, Thus saith the Lord, In the place where dogs licked the blood of Naboth shall dogs lick thy blood, even thine.


Surely I have seen yesterday the blood of Naboth, and the blood of his sons, saith the Lord; and I will requite thee in this plat, saith the Lord. Now therefore take and cast him into the plat of ground, according to the word of the Lord.


Thus Jo´ash the king remembered not the kindness which Jehoi´ada his father had done to him, but slew his son. And when he died, he said, The Lord look upon it, and require it.


Now therefore, our God, the great, the mighty, and the terrible God, who keepest covenant and mercy, let not all the trouble seem little before thee, that hath come upon us, on our kings, on our princes, and on our priests, and on our prophets, and on our fathers, and on all thy people, since the time of the kings of Assyria unto this day.


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


Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death.


Look thou upon me, and be merciful unto me, as thou usest to do unto those that love thy name.


Consider mine affliction, and deliver me: for I do not forget thy law.


The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.


Consider and hear me, O Lord my God: lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;


Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.


Consider mine enemies; for they are many; and they hate me with cruel hatred.


O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.


But mine enemies are lively, and they are strong: and they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied.


Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy loving-kindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.


For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?


For great is thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell.


I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.


All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for meat to relieve the soul: see, O Lord, and consider; for I am become vile.


Her filthiness is in her skirts; she remembereth not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter. O Lord, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself.


And there were set there six waterpots of stone, after the manner of the purifying of the Jews, containing two or three firkins apiece.


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