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Psalm 9:13 - Y'all Version Bible

13 Have mercy on me, YHWH. See my affliction by those who hate me, and lift me up from the gates of death,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; Consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 Have mercy upon me and be gracious to me, O Lord; consider how I am afflicted by those who hate me, You Who lift me up from the gates of death,

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; Behold my affliction which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death;

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Common English Bible

13 Have mercy on me, LORD! Just look how I suffer because of those who hate me. But you are the one who brings me back from the very gates of death

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 Because of those who yearned for their blood, he has remembered them. He has not forgotten the cry of the poor.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 For requiring their blood he hath remembered them he hath not forgotten the cry of the poor.

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Psalm 9:13
24 Tagairtí Cros  

YHWH said, “What have you done? The voice of your brother’s blood cries to me from the ground.


YHWH said to Cain, “Where is Abel, your brother?” He said, “I don’t know. Am I my brother’s keeper?”


You must say to him, ‘YHWH says, “Have you killed and also taken possession?”’ You must say to him, ‘YHWH says, “In the place where dogs licked the blood of Naboth, dogs will lick your blood, even yours.”’”


‘Surely I have seen yesterday the blood of Naboth, and the blood of his sons,’ says YHWH; ‘and I will repay you in this plot of ground,’ says YHWH. Now therefore take and cast him onto the plot of ground, according to the word of YHWH.”


Thus Joash the king didn’t remember the kindness which Jehoiada his father had done to him, but killed his son. When he died, he said, “May YHWH look at it, and repay it.”


Now therefore, our God, the great, the mighty, and the awesome God, who keeps covenant and lovingkindness, don’t let all the travail seem little before you that has come on us, on our kings, on our princes, on our priests, on our prophets, on our fathers, and on all your people, since the time of the kings of Assyria to this day.


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


Their soul abhors all kinds of food. They draw near to the gates of death.


Turn to me, and have mercy on me, as you always do to those who love your name.


Consider my affliction, and deliver me, for I don’t forget your law.


The words of YHWH are flawless words, like silver refined in a crucible, purified seven times.


Look at me! Answer me, YHWH, my God. Give light to my eyes, or else I will sleep in death;


Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.


Consider my enemies, for they are many. They hate me with cruel hatred.


YHWH, you brought up my soul from Sheol. You kept me alive instead of going down to the pit.


But my enemies are vigorous and many. Those who hate me without reason are numerous.


Have mercy on me, God, according to your lovingkindness. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions.


For you have delivered my soul from death, and prevented my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living.


For your lovingkindness is great toward me. You have delivered my soul from the lowest Sheol.


I said, “In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the rest of my years.”


All her people sigh. as they seek bread. They have given their pleasant things for food to refresh their soul. “Look, YHWH, and see, for I have become despised.”


Her filthiness was in her skirts. She didn’t remember her latter end. Therefore she has come down astoundingly. She has no comforter. “See, YHWH, my affliction; for the enemy has magnified himself.”


Now there were six water pots of stone set there for the Jewish custom of purification, each containing twenty to thirty gallons.


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