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Psalm 80:9 - Tree of Life Version

9 You pulled out a vine from Egypt. You drove out nations and planted it.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Thou preparedst room before it, And didst cause it to take deep root, and it filled the land.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 You prepared room before it, and it took deep root and it filled the land.

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 Thou preparedst room before it, And it took deep root, and filled the land.

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Common English Bible

9 You cleared the ground for it; then it planted its roots deep, filling the land.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 My people, listen and I will call you to testify. If, O Israel, you will pay heed to me,

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Psalm 80:9
17 Tagairtí Cros  

I will also set up a place for My people Israel and will plant them, so they may dwell in their own place and not be disturbed again. Nor will the children of wickedness afflict them anymore as in the past,


Judah and Israel were as numerous as the sand by the sea in abundance, eating and drinking and rejoicing.


Joab gave the number of the census of the people to David: in all Israel there were 1,100,000 sword-wielding men; Judah had 470,000 sword-wielding men.


He gave them the lands of the nations, so they inherited the labor of the peoples


With Your hand You displaced nations, but You planted them. You afflicted peoples, and You drove them out.


“In that day sing to her, ‘A vineyard of delight!’


In days to come Jacob will take root, Israel will blossom and bud and fill the face of the world with fruit.


The surviving remnant of the house of Judah will take root downward and bear fruit upward.


He dug it out and cleared its stones, planted it with a choice vine, built a tower in the midst of it, and even cut out a winepress. He expected it to yield good grapes, but it yielded worthless grapes.


You planted them, so they have taken root. They are growing, bearing fruit. You are near in their mouth, yet far from their mind.


Yet I had planted you as a choice vine from completely faithful seed. How then did you become to Me a wandering wild vine?


Then I sent the hornet before you and it drove them out from before you—the two kings of the Amorites—not by your sword or your bow.


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