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Psalm 114:4 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 and I called upon the name of the Lord. O Lord, deliver my soul.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 The mountains skipped like rams, And the little hills like lambs.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 The mountains skipped like rams, the little hills like lambs.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 The mountains skipped like rams, The little hills like lambs.

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Common English Bible

4 The mountains leaped away like rams; the hills leaped away like lambs!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 And so, I called upon the name of the Lord. O Lord, free my soul.

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Psalm 114:4
14 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

And all mount Sinai was on a smoke: because the Lord was come down upon it in fire, and the smoke arose from it as out of a furnace. And all the mount was terrible.


And all the people saw the voices and the flames, and the sound of the trumpet, and the mount smoking: and being terrified and struck with fear, they stood afar off,


He stood and measured the earth. He beheld, and melted the nations: and the ancient mountains were crushed to pieces. The hills of the world were bowed down by the journeys of his eternity.


And I saw a great white throne, and one sitting upon it, from whose face the earth and heaven fled away, and there was no place found for them.


Wast thou angry, O Lord, with the rivers? or was thy wrath upon the rivers? or thy indignation in the sea? Who will ride upon thy horses: and thy chariots are salvation.


For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.


His going out is from the end of heaven, And his circuit even to the end thereof: and there is no one that can hide himself from his heat.


The mountains tremble at him, and the hills are made desolate: and the earth hath quaked at his presence, and the world, and all that dwell therein.


Let not the tempest of water drown me, nor the deep swallow me up: and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.


Thou hast multiplied thy wonderful works, O Lord my God: and in thy thoughts there is no one like to thee. I have declared and I have spoken they are multiplied above number.


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