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Psalm 17:13 - Y'all Version Bible

13 Rise up, YHWH! Confront them! Bring them down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 Arise, O LORD, disappoint him, cast him down: Deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 Arise, O Lord! Confront and forestall them, cast them down! Deliver my life from the wicked by Your sword,

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 Arise, O Jehovah, Confront him, cast him down: Deliver my soul from the wicked by thy sword;

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Common English Bible

13 Get up, LORD! Confront them! Bring them down! Rescue my life from the wicked— use your sword!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 At the brightness that was before his sight, the clouds crossed by, with hail and coals of fire.

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Psalm 17:13
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Rise up, YHWH! God, lift up your hand! Don’t forget the helpless.


It is time to act, YHWH, for they break your law.


Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog.


Rise up, YHWH! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the jaw. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.


Wake up! Why do you sleep, Lord? Arise! Don’t reject us forever.


Rise up to help us. Redeem us for your lovingkindness’ sake.


Rise up, YHWH, in your anger. Lift up yourself against the rage of my adversaries. Wake up for me. You have commanded judgment.


Who will rise up for me against the wicked? Who will stand up for me against the evildoers?


Does an ax brag exalt itself above the one who chops with it? Does a saw make itself important than the one who saws with it? As if a rod should lifting the one who lifts it, or as a staff lifting up the one who isn’t wood.


Alas Assyrian, the rod of my anger, the staff in whose hand is my indignation!


They come from a far country, from the uttermost part of heaven, even YHWH, and the weapons of his indignation, to destroy the whole land.


“‘Have you not heard how I have done it long ago, and formed it in ancient times? Now I have brought it to pass, that it should be yours to destroy fortified cities, turning them into ruinous heaps.


Awake, awake, put on strength, arm of YHWH! Awake, as in the days of old, the generations of ancient times. Isn’t it you who cut Rahab in pieces, who pierced the monster?


Aren’t you from everlasting, YHWH my God, my Holy One? You will never die. YHWH, you have appointed them for judgment. You, Rock, have established him to punish.


to do whatever your hand and your will predestined to happen.


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