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Psalm 57:8 - New International Version (Anglicised)

8 Awake, my soul! Awake, harp and lyre! 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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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  

They entered Jerusalem and went to the temple of the Lord with harps and lyres and trumpets.


Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre,


Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure,


Then my head will be exalted above the enemies who surround me; at his sacred tent I will sacrifice with shouts of joy; I will sing and make music to the Lord.


that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent. Lord my God, I will praise you for ever.


Then I will go to the altar of God, to God, my joy and my delight. I will praise you with the lyre, O God, my God.


Awake, awake, Zion, clothe yourself with strength! Put on your garments of splendour, Jerusalem, the holy city. The uncircumcised and defiled will not enter you again.


Burst into songs of joy together, you ruins of Jerusalem, for the Lord has comforted his people, he has redeemed Jerusalem.


Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest in hope,


“Wake up, wake up, Deborah! Wake up, wake up, break out in song! Arise, Barak! Take captive your captives, son of Abinoam.”


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