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Psalm 57:8 - Modern King James Version

8 Wake up, my soul! Wake up, harp and lyre! I will awake 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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 They shall come to nothing, like water running down; he hath bent his bow till they be weakened.

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Psalm 57:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

And they came into Jerusalem with harps and with lyres, and with trumpets to the house of Jehovah.


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


Therefore My heart is glad, and My glory rejoices; My flesh also shall rest in hope;


And now my head shall be lifted up above my enemies, my encirclers; and I will offer sacrifices of joy in His tabernacle. I will sing; yea, I will sing praises to Jehovah.


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


Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy; yea, on the harp I will praise You, O God, my God.


Awake! Awake! Put on your strength, Zion; put on your beautiful robes, O Jerusalem, the holy city. For never again shall come to you uncircumcised and unclean ones.


Break out, sing together, waste places of Jerusalem; for Jehovah has comforted His people; He has redeemed Jerusalem.


Therefore my heart rejoiced and my tongue was glad; and also My flesh shall rest in hope,


Awake, awake, Deborah. Awake, awake, sing a song. Arise, Barak, lead your captivity captive, son of Abinoam.


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