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Psalm 39:10 - Y'all Version Bible

10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

10 Remove Your stroke away from me; I am consumed by the conflict and the blow of Your hand.

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American Standard Version (1901)

10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.

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Common English Bible

10 Get this plague of yours off me! I’m being destroyed by the blows from your fist.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

10 I have announced your justice in a great Church: behold, I will not restrain my lips. O Lord, you have known it.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

10 I have declared thy justice in a great church, lo, I will not restrain my lips: O Lord, thou knowest it.

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Psalm 39:10
10 Tagairtí Cros  

Withdraw your hand far from me, and don’t let your terror make me afraid.


But he said to her, “You speak like one of the foolish women speak. Should we receive good at the hand of God, and not also receive evil?” In all this Job didn’t sin with his lips.


Will you even annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?


Let ʜɪᴍ take ʜɪꜱ rod away from me. Let ʜɪꜱ terror not make me afraid;


For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped as in the heat of summer. Selah.


Let him sit alone and keep silence, because he has laid it on him.


Then Moses said to Aaron, “This is what YHWH spoke of, saying, ‘I will show myself holy to those who come near me, and before all the people I will be glorified.’” Aaron held his peace.


Y’all should make images of your* tumors and your* mice that ravage the land, and y’all must give glory to the God of Israel. Perhaps ʜᴇ will release ʜɪꜱ hand from y’all, y’all’s gods, and y’all’s land.


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