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Psalm 13:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

3 O Lord my God, consider well, and answer to me make: Mine eyes enlighten, lest the sleep of death me overtake:

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 Consider and hear me, O LORD my God: Lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 Consider and answer me, O Lord my God; lighten the eyes [of my faith to behold Your face in the pitchlike darkness], lest I sleep the sleep of death,

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 Consider and answer me, O Jehovah my God: Lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;

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Common English Bible

3 Look at me! Answer me, LORD my God! Restore sight to my eyes! Otherwise, I’ll sleep the sleep of death,

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 They have all gone astray; together they have become useless. There is no one who does good; there is not even one.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 They are all gone aside, they are become unprofitable together: there is none that doth good, no not one. Their throat is an open sepulchre: with their tongues they acted deceitfully; the poison of asps is under their lips. Their mouth is full of cursing and bitterness: their feet are swift to shed blood. Destruction and unhappiness in their ways: and the way of peace they have not known: there is no fear of God before their eyes.

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Psalm 13:3
15 Tagairtí Cros  

Consider mine affliction, in safety do me set: Deliver me, O Lord, for I thy law do not forget.


The Lord will light my candle so, that it shall shine full bright: The Lord my God will also make my darkness to be light.


Consider thou my foes, because they many are; And it a cruel hatred is which they against me bear.


I'll in thy mercy gladly joy: for thou my miseries Consider'd hast; thou hast my soul known in adversities:


Give ear unto my words, O Lord, my meditation weigh.


Lord, pity me; behold the grief which I from foes sustain; Ev'n thou, who from the gates of death dost raise me up again;


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