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Psalm 58:9 - Tree of Life Version

9 Like a slug melting away as it slithers, like a woman’s miscarriage, may they never see the sun.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Before your pots can feel the thorns, He shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 Before your pots can feel the thorns [that are placed under them for fuel], He will take them away as with a whirlwind, the green and the burning ones alike.

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 Before your pots can feel the thorns, He will take them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.

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Common English Bible

9 Before your pots feel the thorns, whether green or burned up, God will sweep them away!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 And you, O Lord, will laugh at them. You will lead all the Gentiles to nothing.

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Psalm 58:9
17 Tagairtí Cros  

He is driven from light into darkness and is banished from the world.


The east wind picks him up and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.


Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn, like infants who never saw light?


In pride the wicked hotly hunts the poor. Let them be caught in the plots they have planned.


His ways are secure at all times. He haughtily disregards Your judgments. He snorts at all his adversaries.


They swarmed around me like bees— they were extinguished like burning thorns— in the Name of Adonai I cut them off.


Cast your burden on Adonai, and He will sustain you. He will never let the righteous be shaken.


when your terror comes like a storm and your calamity sweeps over you like a whirlwind, when trouble and distress overwhelm you!


When the whirlwind passes, the wicked are no more, but the foundation of the righteous is everlasting.


The wicked is brought down in his calamity yet the righteous has a refuge even in death.


For like the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This too is vapor.


The nations will rush in like the rumbling of many waters, but He will rebuke them so they will flee far away, chased like chaff on the hills before the wind, like whirling dust before the storm.


Scarcely are they planted, scarcely are they sown, scarcely their stem takes root in the earth, when He blows on them and they wither, and a storm carries them off as stubble.


Look, a storm of Adonai goes out in fury, yes, a whirling tempest will swirl down on the head of the wicked.


But if Adonai brings about a new thing, and the earth opens her mouth and swallows them and everything that is theirs, and they go down alive into Sheol, then you will know that these men have despised Adonai.”


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