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Psalm 57:8 - Tree of Life Version

8 My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I will sing, yes, I will make music.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Awake, my glory (my inner self); awake, harp and lyre! I will awake right early [I will awaken the dawn]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake right early.

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Common English Bible

8 Wake up, my glory! Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake the dawn itself!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 They will come to nothing, like water flowing away. He has aimed his bow, while they are being weakened.

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Psalm 57:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

They came to Jerusalem to the House of Adonai with harps, lyres and trumpets.


Praise Him with the blast of the shofar. Praise Him with harp and lyre.


So my heart is glad and my soul rejoices. My body also rests secure.


Then will my head be high above my enemies around me. In His Tabernacle I will offer sacrifices with shouts of joy. I will sing, yes, sing praises to Adonai.


You turned my mourning into dancing. You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.


Then I will come to the altar of God, to the God of my exceeding joy, and praise You upon the harp —O God, my God.


Awake, awake! Clothe yourself in your strength, Zion! Clothe yourself in beautiful garments, Jerusalem, the holy city, for the uncircumcised and the unclean will never invade you again.


Break forth in joy, sing together, you ruins of Jerusalem, for Adonai has comforted His people. He has redeemed Jerusalem.


Therefore my heart was glad and my tongue rejoiced; moreover, my body also will live in hope,


Awake, awake, Deborah! Awake, awake, utter a song! Arise, Barak, lead away your captives, O son of Abinoam!


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