O deliver not the soul of thy turtledove unto the multitude of the wicked: forget not the congregation of thy poor for ever.
do not forget the lives of Your poor people forever.
Don't hand over the life of your dove to beasts; do not continuously forget your afflicted ones.
O deliver not the soul of thy turtle-dove to the wild beast. Forget not the life of thy poor forever.
Oh deliver not the soul of thy turtle-dove unto the wild beast: Forget not the life of thy poor for ever.
Oh, do not hand over the soul of your turtledove to the wild beast;
Do not forget the life of Your afflicted forever.
O give not the soul of your dove to the hawk; let not the life of the poor go out of your memory for ever.
Give not up the soul of thy turtle-dove unto the wild beast; forget not the troop of thine afflicted for ever.
Thou wilt not give the soul of thy turtle-dove to the beast: the life of thy poor thou wilt not forget forever.
O deliver not the soul of your turtledove unto the multitude of the wicked: forget not the congregation of your poor forever.
Do not give to beasts the life of your dove; do not ever forget the life of your afflicted ones.
Do not deliver the soul of Your turtle dove to the multitude; forget not the congregation of Your poor forever.
O deliver not the soul of thy turtle dove unto the beasts, and forget not the congregation of the poor forever.
Do not hand the life of your dove over to a wild animal! Do not continue to disregard the lives of your oppressed people!
Do not deliver the soul of your dove to wild beasts. Do not forget the life of your poor forever.
Do not deliver up, to a wild beast, the life of thy turtle-dove, The living host of thine oppressed ones, do not forget perpetually.
O deliver not the soul of thy turtle dove to the multitude of the wicked: forget not the congregation of thy poor for ever.
Don't deliver the soul of your dove to wild beasts. Don't forget the life of your poor forever.
Give not up to a company, The soul of Thy turtle-dove, The company of Thy poor ones forget not for ever.
Word Count of 20 Translations in Psalm 74:19
Remember this, that the enemy has spoken against the LORD and that the foolish people have blasphemed thy name.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is beautiful.
Thy presence was in thy congregation; thou, O God, by thy goodness thou hast provided for the poor.
For the humble shall not always be forgotten: the hope of the poor shall not perish for ever.
Though ye be cast among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver and her feathers with yellow gold.
He shall judge thy people with righteousness and thy poor with judgment.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks; thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.
My dove is but one, my perfect one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that brought her into the light. The virgins saw her and called her blessed; yea, the queens and the concubines and they praised her.
Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?
I will also leave in the midst of thee a poor and humble people, and they shall wait in the name of the LORD.
Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves; be ye therefore prudent as serpents and innocent as doves.
Hearken, my beloved brethren, Has not God chosen the poor of this world that they might be rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom which he has promised to those that love him?