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Psalm 17:13 - Modern King James Version

13 Arise, O Jehovah, disappoint him, bow him down; deliver my soul from the wicked by Your sword,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 Arise, O LORD, disappoint him, cast him down: Deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 Arise, O Lord! Confront and forestall them, cast them down! Deliver my life from the wicked by Your sword,

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 Arise, O Jehovah, Confront him, cast him down: Deliver my soul from the wicked by thy sword;

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Common English Bible

13 Get up, LORD! Confront them! Bring them down! Rescue my life from the wicked— use your sword!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 At the brightness that was before his sight, the clouds crossed by, with hail and coals of fire.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 At the brightness that was before him the clouds passed, hail and coals of fire.

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Psalm 17:13
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Arise, O Jehovah; O God, lift up Your hand; forget not the humble.


It is time for Jehovah to work; for they have broken Your Law.


Deliver My soul from the sword, My only one from the dog's hand.


Arise, O Jehovah; save me, O my God; for You have struck all my enemies on the cheekbone. You have broken the teeth of the ungodly.


Awaken! Why do You sleep, O Jehovah? Arise! Do not cast us off forever.


Arise for our help, and redeem us for the sake of Your mercy.


Arise, O Jehovah, in Your anger; lift up Yourself because of the rage of my enemies, and awake for me to the judgment which You have commanded.


Who will rise up for me against the evildoers? Who will stand up for me against the workers of iniquity?


Shall the axe boast itself against him who chops with it? Shall the saw magnify itself against him who moves it? As if the rod could wave those who lift itself up! As if a staff could raise what is not wood!


Woe to Assyria, the rod of My anger! And the staff in their hand is My fury.


They come from a far country, from the end of the heavens, Jehovah and the weapons of His indignation, to destroy all the land.


Have you not heard from afar? I made it from days of old, even I have formed it. Now I have caused it to come, and you are to cause fortified cities to crash into heaps, ruins.


Awake! awake! Put on strength, O arm of Jehovah. Awake! as in the days of old, in the generations of old. Was it not You who cut Rahab into pieces, piercing the sea-monster?


Are You not from everlasting, O Jehovah my God, my Holy One? We shall not die. O Jehovah, You have ordained them for judgment; and, my Rock, You have established them for correction.


in order to do whatever Your hand and Your counsel determined before to be done.


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