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Psalm 119:78 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

78 Lord, let the proud ashamed be; for they, without a cause, With me perversely dealt: but I will muse upon thy laws.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

78 Let the proud be ashamed; for they dealt perversely with me without a cause: But I will meditate in thy precepts.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

78 Let the proud be put to shame, for they dealt perversely with me without a cause; but I will meditate on Your precepts.

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American Standard Version (1901)

78 Let the proud be put to shame; for they have overthrown me wrongfully: But I will meditate on thy precepts.

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Common English Bible

78 But let the arrogant be ashamed because they oppressed me with lies— meanwhile, I will be contemplating your precepts!

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Psalm 119:78
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But placeth his delight Upon God's law, and meditates on his law day and night.


They did beset me round about with words of hateful spight: And though to them no cause I gave, against me they did fight.


I will thy holy precepts make my meditation; And carefully I'll have respect unto thy ways each one.


Thou hast rebuk'd the cursed proud, who from thy precepts swerve.


Against me princes spake with spite, while they in council sat: But I thy servant did upon thy statutes meditate.


The men whose hearts with pride are stuff'd did greatly me deride; Yet from thy straight commandements I have not turn'd aside.


Let none that wait on thee be put to shame at all; But those that without cause transgress, let shame upon them fall.


Sham'd and confounded be they all that at my hurt are glad; Let those against me that do boast with shame and scorn be clad.


For without cause have they for me their net hid in a pit, They also have without a cause for my soul digged it.


Those men that do without a cause bear hatred unto me, Than are the hairs upon my head in number more they be: They that would me destroy, and are mine en'mies wrongfully, Are mighty: so what I took not, to render forc'd was I.


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