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Psalm 7:13 - New International Version (Anglicised)

13 He has prepared his deadly weapons; he makes ready his flaming arrows.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; He ordaineth his arrows against the persecutors.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 He has also prepared for him deadly weapons; He makes His arrows fiery shafts.

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; He maketh his arrows fiery shafts.

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Common English Bible

13 God has deadly weapons in store for those who won’t change; he gets his flaming arrows ready!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 Unless you will be converted, he will brandish his sword. He has extended his bow and made it ready.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 Except you will be converted, he will brandish his sword: he hath bent his bow, and made it ready.

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Psalm 7:13
17 Tagairtí Cros  

The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors are marshalled against me.


For look, the wicked bend their bows; they set their arrows against the strings to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.


Send forth lightning and scatter the enemy; shoot your arrows and rout them.


He shot his arrows and scattered the enemy, with great bolts of lightning he routed them.


Let your sharp arrows pierce the hearts of the king’s enemies; let the nations fall beneath your feet.


They sharpen their tongues like swords and aim cruel words like deadly arrows.


But God will shoot them with his arrows; they will suddenly be struck down.


Like an enemy he has strung his bow; his right hand is ready. Like a foe he has slain all who were pleasing to the eye; he has poured out his wrath like fire on the tent of Daughter Zion.


Sun and moon stood still in the heavens at the glint of your flying arrows, at the lightning of your flashing spear.


You came out to deliver your people, to save your anointed one. You crushed the leader of the land of wickedness, you stripped him from head to foot.


‘I will heap calamities on them and expend my arrows against them.


when I sharpen my flashing sword and my hand grasps it in judgment, I will take vengeance on my adversaries and repay those who hate me.


I will make my arrows drunk with blood, while my sword devours flesh: the blood of the slain and the captives, the heads of the enemy leaders.’


God is just: he will pay back trouble to those who trouble you


for they have shed the blood of your holy people and your prophets, and you have given them blood to drink as they deserve.’


They called out in a loud voice, ‘How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?’


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