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Psalm 64:7 - Tree of Life Version

7 They are plotting injustices: “We have completed a perfect plot!” A man’s inward part and heart are deep.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 But God shall shoot at them With an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 But God will shoot an unexpected arrow at them; and suddenly shall they be wounded.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 But God will shoot at them; With an arrow suddenly shall they be wounded.

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Common English Bible

7 But God will shoot them with an arrow! Without warning, they will be wounded!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 You prepare the mountains in your virtue, wrapped with power.

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Psalm 64:7
18 Tagairtí Cros  

But a man drew his bow aimlessly and struck the king of Israel between the lower armor and the breastplate. Then he said to the driver of his chariot, “Turn around and take me out of the battle, for I’m wounded.”


For the arrows of Shaddai are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors line up against me.


Adonai also thundered in the heavens, and Elyon gave forth His voice, hail and fiery coals.


who sharpened their tongue like a sword, and aimed their arrow—bitter words,


How suddenly they became a ruin— terminated, consumed by terrors.


One who remains stiff-necked after many rebukes will suddenly be destroyed— without remedy.


Therefore his disaster will come suddenly —in an instant he will be broken, with no remedy.


This is a misery in everything done under the sun: that the same destiny awaits everyone. Moreover, the hearts of all humans are full of evil, and folly is in their hearts during their lives—after that they die.


therefore this sin will be to you like a crack bulging in a high wall, about to fall— its collapse comes suddenly, in an instant!


“The heart is deceitful above all things, and incurable—who can know it?


Then two men will be in the field, one taken and one left.


I will heap calamities upon them. With My arrows I will finish them.


I will make My arrows drunk from blood, and My sword will devour flesh— the blood of the slain and the captive, the head of the leaders of the enemy.’


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