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Psalm 57:4 - Y'all Version Bible

4 My soul is among lions. I lie among those who are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 My soul is among lions: And I lie even among them that are set on fire, Even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 My life is among lions; I must lie among those who are aflame–the sons of men whose teeth are spears and arrows, their tongues sharp swords.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 My soul is among lions; I lie among them that are set on fire, Even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.

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Common English Bible

4 My life is in the middle of a pack of lions. I lie down among those who devour humans. Their teeth are spears and arrows; their tongues are sharpened swords.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 Sinners have become foreigners from the womb; they have gone astray from conception. They have been speaking falsehoods.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 The wicked are alienated from the womb; they have gone astray from the womb: they have spoken false things.

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Psalm 57:4
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Who can open the doors of its mouth? Around its teeth is terror.


He lurks in secret as a lion in his ambush. He lies in wait to catch the helpless. He catches the helpless when he draws him in his net.


Lord, how long will you look on? Rescue my soul from their destruction, my precious life from the lions.


Oh, send out your light and your truth. Let them lead me. Let them bring me to your holy hill, to your tents.


Your tongue plots destruction, like a sharp razor, working deceitfully.


His talk was smooth as butter, but war was in his heart. His words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.


Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, YHWH.


See what they spew from their mouth. With swords on their lips, they think, “Who can hear us?”


who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,


There is one who speaks rashly like the piercing of a sword, but the tongue of the wise heals.


A person who gives false testimony against their neighbor is like a club, a sword, or a sharp arrow.


As a roaring lion or a charging bear, so is a wicked ruler over helpless people.


There is a generation whose teeth are like swords, and their jaws like knives, to devour the poor from the earth, and the needy from among men.


The tongue is also a fire, a world of evil set among the parts of our body. It defiles the whole body, and sets on fire the course of our existence, and is itself set on fire by hell.


Out of his mouth proceeds a sharp, double-edged sword that with it he should strike the ethnic groups. He will shepherd them with an iron rod. He treads the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God Almighty.


But if not, let fire come down from Abimelech and devour the men of Shechem and the house of Millo; and let fire come out from the men of Shechem and from the house of Millo and devour Abimelech.”


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