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Psalm 57:4 - Revised Standard Version

4 I lie in the midst of lions that greedily devour the sons of men; their teeth are spears and arrows, their tongues sharp swords.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 My soul is among lions: And I lie even among them that are set on fire, Even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 My life is among lions; I must lie among those who are aflame–the sons of men whose teeth are spears and arrows, their tongues sharp swords.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 My soul is among lions; I lie among them that are set on fire, Even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.

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Common English Bible

4 My life is in the middle of a pack of lions. I lie down among those who devour humans. Their teeth are spears and arrows; their tongues are sharpened swords.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 Sinners have become foreigners from the womb; they have gone astray from conception. They have been speaking falsehoods.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 The wicked are alienated from the womb; they have gone astray from the womb: they have spoken false things.

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Psalm 57:4
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.


he lurks in secret like a lion in his covert; he lurks that he may seize the poor, he seizes the poor when he draws him into his net.


How long, O Lord, wilt thou look on? Rescue me from their ravages, my life from the lions!


Oh send out thy light and thy truth; let them lead me, let them bring me to thy holy hill and to thy dwelling!


you are plotting destruction. Your tongue is like a sharp razor, you worker of treachery.


His speech was smoother than butter, yet war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.


O God, break the teeth in their mouths; tear out the fangs of the young lions, O Lord!


There they are, bellowing with their mouths, and snarling with their lips— for “Who,” they think, “will hear us?”


who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows,


There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.


A man who bears false witness against his neighbor is like a war club, or a sword, or a sharp arrow.


Like a roaring lion or a charging bear is a wicked ruler over a poor people.


There are those whose teeth are swords, whose teeth are knives, to devour the poor from off the earth, the needy from among men.


And the tongue is a fire. The tongue is an unrighteous world among our members, staining the whole body, setting on fire the cycle of nature, and set on fire by hell.


From his mouth issues a sharp sword with which to smite the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron; he will tread the wine press of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty.


but if not, let fire come out from Abimelech, and devour the citizens of Shechem, and Beth-millo; and let fire come out from the citizens of Shechem, and from Beth-millo, and devour Abimelech.”


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