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Psalm 57:8 - Modern English Version

8 Awake, my glory! Awake, psaltery and harp! I will awaken the dawn.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Awake, my glory (my inner self); awake, harp and lyre! I will awake right early [I will awaken the dawn]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake right early.

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Common English Bible

8 Wake up, my glory! Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake the dawn itself!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 They will come to nothing, like water flowing away. He has aimed his bow, while they are being weakened.

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Psalm 57:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

So they entered Jerusalem with harps, lyres, and trumpets to the house of the Lord.


Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet; praise Him with the harp and lyre!


Therefore my heart is glad, and my soul rejoices; my flesh also will rest secure.


Now my head will be lifted up above my enemies all around me; therefore will I offer sacrifices of joy in His tabernacle; I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to the Lord.


so that my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent. O  Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.


Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy, and with the harp I will praise You, O God, my God.


Awake, awake! Put on your strength, O Zion; put on your beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city. For the uncircumcised and the unclean will no longer enter you.


Break forth into joy, sing together, you waste places of Jerusalem. For the Lord has comforted His people; He has redeemed Jerusalem.


Therefore my heart was glad, and my tongue rejoiced; moreover my flesh will dwell in hope.


Awake, awake, Deborah! Awake, awake, sing a song! Stand up, Barak, and capture your prisoners, son of Abinoam!


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