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Psalm 57:8 - Y'all Version Bible

8 Wake up, my glory! Wake up, lute and harp! I will wake up the dawn.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Awake, my glory (my inner self); awake, harp and lyre! I will awake right early [I will awaken the dawn]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake right early.

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Common English Bible

8 Wake up, my glory! Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake the dawn itself!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 They will come to nothing, like water flowing away. He has aimed his bow, while they are being weakened.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 They shall come to nothing, like water running down; he hath bent his bow till they be weakened.

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Psalm 57:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

They came to Jerusalem with stringed instruments, harps, and trumpets to the house of YHWH.


Y’all praise ʜɪᴍ with the sound of the trumpet! Y’all praise ʜɪᴍ with harp and lyre!


Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices. My flesh will dwell in safety.


Now my head will be lifted up above my enemies around me. I will offer sacrifices of joy in ʜɪꜱ tent. I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to YHWH.


so that my glory may sing praise to you and not be silent. YHWH my God, I will give thanks to you forever!


Then I will go to the altar of God, to God, my exceeding joy. I will praise you on the harp, God, my God.


Awake, awake! Put on your strength, Zion. Put on your beautiful garments, Jerusalem, the holy city, for from now on the uncircumcised and the unclean will no more come into you.


Be joyful, yall!! Sing together, ruins of Jerusalem; for YHWH has comforted his people. He has redeemed Jerusalem.


Therefore my heart is glad, and my tongue rejoices. Indeed my flesh will live in hope,


‘Awake, awake, Deborah! Awake, awake, sing a song! Arise, Barak, and lead away your captives, you son of Abinoam.’


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