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Psalm 3:2 - Tree of Life Version

2 Adonai, how many are my foes! Many are rising up against me!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 Many are saying of me, There is no help for him in God. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 Many there are that say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. [Selah

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Common English Bible

2 So many are talking about me: “Even God won’t help him.” Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.

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Psalm 3:2
14 Tagairtí Cros  

“Had Adonai not been on our side, when men rose up against us,


Am I a worm, and not a man? Am I a scorn of men, despised by people?


But You, Adonai, are a shield around me, my glory and the lifter of my head.


Arise, Adonai! Deliver me, my God! For you strike all my enemies on the cheek. You shatter the teeth of the wicked.


Answer me when I call, God of my righteousness! You set me free when I am in distress. Be gracious to me and hear my prayer.


But know that Adonai has set apart the godly for His own. Adonai will hear when I call to Him.


I will say to God my Rock: “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go about mourning, under the oppression of the enemy?”


My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When will I come and appear before God?


saying: “God has forsaken him— Pursue and take him, for no one will deliver.”


You went out for the salvation of Your people—for the deliverance of Your anointed one. You shatter the head of the house of the wicked—to lay it bare from foundation up to the top. Selah


God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah His majesty covers the heavens, and His praise fills the earth.


Your bow is laid bare. Sworn are rods—a decree. Selah You cleave the land with rivers.


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