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Psalm 41:5 - Modern King James Version

5 My enemies speak evil of me, saying, When will he die, and his name perish?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 My enemies speak evil of me, [saying], When will he die and his name perish?

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Mine enemies speak evil against me, saying, When will he die, and his name perish?

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Common English Bible

5 My enemies speak maliciously about me: “When will he die and his name disappear?”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 These things I have remembered; and my soul within me, I have poured out. For I will cross into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, all the way to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and confession, the sound of feasting.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.

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Psalm 41:5
13 Tagairtí Cros  

His memory shall perish from the earth, and there is no name to him on the face of the street.


he shall perish forever like his dung; they who see him shall say, Where is he?


My enemies curse me all the day; and they who are mad against me are sworn against me.


And those who seek my life lay snares for me; and those who seek my hurt speak sly things, and utter deceits all the day long.


For I confess my transgressions; and my sin is ever before me.


Behold, You desire truth in the inward parts; and in the hidden part You shall make me to know wisdom.


My watchers panted for me daily; for many are they who proudly fight against me.


I will cry to God most high, to God who does all things for me.


So that Your way may be known on earth, Your salvation among all nations.


Oh turn to me, and have mercy on me; give Your strength to Your servant, and save the son of Your handmaid.


Be merciful to me, O Lord; for I cry to You daily.


The memory of the just is blessed; but the name of the wicked shall rot.


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