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Psalm 9:13 - Modern King James Version

13 Have mercy on me, O Jehovah; see my trouble from those who hate me, You who lift 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 have you done? The voice of your brother's blood cries to Me from the ground.


And Jehovah said unto Cain, Where is your brother Abel? And he said, I do not know. Am I my brother's keeper?


And you shall speak to him, saying, So says Jehovah, Have you killed and also taken possession? And you shall speak to him saying, So says Jehovah, In the place where the dogs licked the blood of Naboth, dogs shall lick your blood, even yours.


Surely, yesterday I have seen the blood of Naboth and the blood of his sons, says Jehovah, and I will repay you in this portion, says Jehovah. And now, take him and throw him into the portion, according to the Word of Jehovah.


And Joash the king did not remember the kindness which Jehoiada his father had done to him, but killed his son. And when he died, he said, Jehovah will seek you out.


And now, our God, the great, the mighty, and the fearful God, who keeps covenant and mercy, let not all the trouble that has come upon us, on our kings, on our rulers, and on our priests, and on our prophets, and on our fathers, and on all Your people, since the time of the kings of Assyria to this day, seem little before You.


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


Their soul hates all kinds of food; and they draw near the gates of death.


Look on me, and be merciful to me, as You usually do to those who love Your name.


RESH: Look on my affliction, and deliver me; for I do not forget Your Law.


The Words of Jehovah are pure Words, like silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.


Look! Answer me, O Jehovah my God; enlighten my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death,


Hear my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my pursuers; for they are stronger than I.


Look on my enemies; for they are many; and they hate me with cruel hatred.


O Jehovah, You have brought up my soul from the grave; You have kept me alive, so that I should not go down to the Pit.


And my enemies are lively; they are strong; and my haters increase by deception.


To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David, when Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba. Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your loving-kindness; according to the multitude of Your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions.


For You have delivered my soul from death; have You not kept my feet from falling, so that I may walk before God in the light of the living?


For great is Your mercy toward me; and You have 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 have numbered the rest of my years.


All her people sigh; they seek bread. They have given their desirable things for food to relieve the soul. See, O Jehovah, and look on me, for I have become vile.


Her uncleanness is in her skirts; she did not remember her end, and has gone down astoundingly. There is no comforter for her. O Jehovah, behold my affliction, for the enemy has magnified himself.


And there were six stone waterpots there, according to the purification of the Jews, each containing two or three measures.


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