He hath put my brethren far from me, And mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.
Psalm 38:12 - King James Version (Oxford) 1769 They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long. 更多版本Amplified Bible - Classic Edition They also that seek and demand my life lay snares for me, and they that seek and require my hurt speak crafty and mischievous things; they meditate treachery and deceit all the day long. American Standard Version (1901) They also that seek after my life lay snares for me; And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, And meditate deceits all the day long. Common English Bible Those who want me dead lay traps; those who want me harmed utter threats, muttering lies all day long. Catholic Public Domain Version I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider: surely in vain is any man disquieted. English Standard Version 2016 Those who seek my life lay their snares; those who seek my hurt speak of ruin and meditate treachery all day long. |
He hath put my brethren far from me, And mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.
He lieth in wait secretly as a lion in his den: He lieth in wait to catch the poor: He doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into his net.
The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; They have spread a net by the wayside; They have set gins for me. Selah.
Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
For they speak not peace: But they devise deceitful matters against them that are quiet in the land.
Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul: Let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.
For strangers are risen up against me, And oppressors seek after my soul: They have not set God before them. Selah.
For the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up; And the reproaches of them that reproached thee are fallen upon me.
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
All the brethren of the poor do hate him: How much more do his friends go far from him? He pursueth them with words, yet they are wanting to him.