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Psalm 109:7-8Amplified Bible (AMP)


When he enters into dispute, let wickedness come about.
Let his prayer [for help] result [only] in sin.

Let his days be few;
And let another take his office.

Amplified Bible (AMP)

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Psalm 109:7-8King James Version (KJV)

When he shall be judged, let him be condemned: and let his prayer become sin.

Let his days be few; and let another take his office.

Psalm 109:7-8Holman Christian Standard Bible (HCSB)

When he is judged, let him be found guilty,
and let his prayer be counted as sin.
Let his days be few;
let another take over his position.

Psalm 109:7-8New International Version (NIV)

When he is tried, let him be found guilty,
    and may his prayers condemn him.
May his days be few;
    may another take his place of leadership.

New International Version (NIV)

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Psalm 109:7-20The Message (MSG)

6-20 Send the Evil One to accuse my accusing judge;
    dispatch Satan to prosecute him.
When he’s judged, let the verdict be “Guilty,”
    and when he prays, let his prayer turn to sin.
Give him a short life,
    and give his job to somebody else.
Make orphans of his children,
    dress his wife in widow’s weeds;
Turn his children into begging street urchins,
    evicted from their homes—homeless.
May the bank foreclose and wipe him out,
    and strangers, like vultures, pick him clean.
May there be no one around to help him out,
    no one willing to give his orphans a break.
Chop down his family tree
    so that nobody even remembers his name.
But erect a memorial to the sin of his father,
    and make sure his mother’s name is there, too—
Their sins recorded forever before God,
    but they themselves sunk in oblivion.
That’s all he deserves since he was never once kind,
    hounded the afflicted and heartbroken to their graves.
Since he loved cursing so much,
    let curses rain down;
Since he had no taste for blessing,
    let blessings flee far from him.
He dressed up in curses like a fine suit of clothes;
    he drank curses, took his baths in curses.
So give him a gift—a costume of curses;
    he can wear curses every day of the week!
That’s what they’ll get, those out to get me—
    an avalanche of just deserts from God.

The Message (MSG)

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