Psalms 144:11
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood,
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood,
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7Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood.
4O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent.
10Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
2O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!
23And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?
4Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.
5That Thy beloved ones may be drawn out, Save `with' Thy right hand, and answer us.
15In Thy hand `are' my times, Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, And from my pursuers.
12On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
13Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
14From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion `is' in life, And `with' Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied `with' sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Deliver me, O Jehovah, from an evil man, From one of violence Thou keepest me.
6That Thy beloved ones may be delivered, Save `with' Thy right hand, and answer us.
11Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove `it'.
2In Thy righteousness Thou dost deliver me, And dost cause me to escape, Incline unto me Thine ear, and save me.
7Separate wonderfully Thy kindness, O Saviour of the confiding, By Thy right hand, from withstanders.
1To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not,' by David. -- A secret treasure, in Saul's sending, and they watch the house to put him to death. Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God, From my withstanders set me on high.
2Deliver me from workers of iniquity, And from men of blood save me.
11God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
12Give me not to the will of my adversaries, For risen against me have false witnesses, And they breathe out violence to me.
4Let the weak and needy escape, From the hand of the wicked deliver them.
12Because our sons `are' as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,
9Deliver me from mine enemies, O Jehovah, Near Thee I am covered.
10In whose hand `is' a wicked device, And their right hand `is' full of bribes.
21And I have delivered thee from the hand of evil doers, And I have ransomed thee From the hand of the terrible!
3Draw me not with the wicked, And with workers of iniquity, Speaking peace with their neighbours, And evil in their heart.
12To deliver thee from an evil way, From any speaking froward things,
16for the king doth hearken to deliver his handmaid out of the paw of the man `seeking' to destroy me and my son together out of the inheritance of God,
11Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.
14Deliver me from blood, O God, God of my salvation, My tongue singeth of Thy righteousness.
16To deliver thee from the strange woman, From the stranger who hath made smooth her sayings,
17Let Thy hand be on the man of Thy right hand, On the son of man Thou hast strengthened for Thyself.
1Judge me, O God, And plead my cause against a nation not pious, From a man of deceit and perverseness Thou dost deliver me,
8From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.
9Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
30He delivereth the not innocent, Yea, he hath been delivered By the cleanness of thy hands.
12Give to us help from adversity, And vain is the salvation of man.
48My deliverer from mine enemies, Above my withstanders Thou raisest me, From a man of violence dost deliver me.
20Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one.
19O Jehovah, my strength, and my fortress, And my refuge in a day of adversity, Unto Thee nations do come from the ends of earth, And say, Only falsehood did our fathers inherit, Vanity, and none among them is profitable.
21Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
4Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou `art' my strength.
16The right hand of Jehovah is exalted, The right hand of Jehovah is doing valiantly.
49And bringing me forth from mine enemies, Yea, above my withstanders Thou raisest me up. From a man of violence Thou deliverest me.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
5The Lord on thy right hand smote kings In the day of His anger.
44And -- Thou dost deliver me From the strivings of my people, Thou placest me for a head of nations; A people I have not known do serve me.
26Help me, O Jehovah my God, Save me, according to Thy kindness.
7Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.