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Psalm 31:9 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

9 O Lord, upon me mercy have, for trouble is on me: Mine eye, my belly, and my soul, with grief consumed be.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: Mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 Have mercy and be gracious unto me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; with grief my eye is weakened, also my inner self and my body.

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, yea, my soul and my body.

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Common English Bible

9 Have mercy on me, LORD, because I’m depressed. My vision fails because of my grief, as do my spirit and my body.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 Do not become like the horse and the mule, which have no understanding. Their jaws are constrained with bit and bridle, so as not to draw near to you.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

9 Do not become like the horse and the mule, who have no understanding. With bit and bridle bind fast their jaws, who come not near unto thee.

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Psalm 31:9
19 Tagairtí Cros  

Such as shut up in darkness deep, and in death's shade abide, Whom strongly hath affliction bound, and irons fast have ty'd:


According to my righteousness he did me recompense, He me repaid according to my hands' pure innocence.


Mine en'mies I pursued have, and did them overtake; Nor did I turn again till I an end of them did make.


And our oppression? For our soul is to the dust down press'd: Our belly also on the earth fast cleaving, hold doth take.


Mine eye, consum'd with grief, grows old, Because of all mine enemies.


Which my lips utter'd, my mouth spake, when trouble on me lay.


For daily, and all day throughout, great plagues I suffer'd have; Yea, ev'ry morning I of new did chastisement receive.


My flesh and heart doth faint and fail, but God doth fail me never: For of my heart God is the strength and portion for ever.


By reason of affliction mine eye mourns dolefully: To thee, Lord, do I call, and stretch my hands continually.


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