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Psalm 38:12 - Tree of Life Version

12 My friends and my companions stay away from my wound, and my kinsmen stand far off.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 They also that seek and demand my life lay snares for me, and they that seek and require my hurt speak crafty and mischievous things; they meditate treachery and deceit all the day long.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 They also that seek after my life lay snares for me; And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, And meditate deceits all the day long.

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Common English Bible

12 Those who want me dead lay traps; those who want me harmed utter threats, muttering lies all day long.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.

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Psalm 38:12
18 Tagairtí Cros  

“He removed my brothers far from me; my acquaintances are only strangers to me.


He lurks in a hiding place like a lion in a thicket. He lies in wait to catch the helpless. He catches the unfortunate one, dragging him away in his net.


The wicked have set a snare for me, yet I did not stray from Your precepts.


Keep me safe, Adonai, from the clutches of the wicked. Protect me from the man of violence who planned to push me off my feet.


Keep me from the jaws of the trap they have laid for me, and from the snares of the evildoers.


Because of all my adversaries I am the contempt of my neighbors and a dread to my acquaintances. Seeing me on the street, they flee from me.


For they never speak shalom, but devise deceitful words against the quiet ones in the land.


May those who seek my life be ashamed and disgraced. May they be turned back and humiliated —those who plot evil against me.


I said: “Adonai, have mercy on me. Heal my soul, for I have sinned against You.”


O God, save me by Your Name, vindicate me by Your might.


I have become a stranger to my brothers, a foreigner to my mother’s children.


You have put my companions far from me. You have made me repulsive to them. I am shut in and I cannot go out.


All a poor man’s relatives despise him— how much more his friends avoid him. He pursues them with words, but they are not there.


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