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Psalm 11:4 - Douy-Rheims Bible Challoner Revision

4 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 The LORD is in his holy temple, The LORD's throne is in heaven: His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 The Lord is in His holy temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven. His eyes behold; His eyelids test and prove the children of men. [Acts 7:49; Rev. 4:2.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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Common English Bible

4 But the LORD is in his holy temple. The LORD! His throne is in heaven. His eyes see— his vision examines all of humanity.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.

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Psalm 11:4
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Who makest thy angels spirits: and thy ministers a burning fire.


3 And the Lord thundered from heaven, and the highest gave his voice: hail and coals of fire.


1 Serve ye the Lord with fear: and rejoice unto him with trembling.


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.


Shall not I that make others to bring forth children, myself bring forth, saith the Lord? shall I, that give generation to others, be barren, saith the Lord thy God?


2 Behold I am against the prophets that have lying dreams, saith the Lord: and tell them, and cause my people to err by their lying, and by their wonders: when I sent them not, nor commanded them, who have not profited this people at all, saith the Lord.


0 Our soul waiteth for the Lord: for he is our helper and protector.


1 Thou art worthy, O Lord our God, to receive glory, and honour, and power: because thou hast created all things; and for thy will they were, and have been created.


As he saith also in another place: Thou art a priest for ever, according to the order of Melchisedech.


3 But we ought to give thanks to God always for you, brethren, beloved of God, for that God hath chosen you firstfruits unto salvation, in sanctification of the spirit, and faith of the truth:


9 Woe to you scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites; that build the sepulchres of the prophets, and adorn the monuments of the just,


2 Give to him that asketh of thee and from him that would borrow of thee turn not away.


4 which my lips have uttered, And my mouth hath spoken, when I was in trouble.


4 And they buried him in his own sepulchre, which he had made for himself in the city of David: and they]aid him on his bed full of spices and odoriferous ointments, which were made by the art of the perfumers, and they burnt them over him with very great pomp.


0 Since the days that I gave judges to my people Israel, and have humbled all thy enemies. And I declare to thee, that the Lord will build thee a house.


7 And they crying out with a loud voice, stopped their ears, and with one accord ran violently upon him.


0 Instruction is grievous to him that forsaketh the way of life: he that hateth reproof shall die.


Hear, O Jesus thou high priest, then and thy friends that dwell before thee, for they are portending men: for behold I WILL BRING MY SERVANT THE ORIENT.


8 Let them be confounded that persecute me, and let not me be confounded: let them be afraid, and let not me be afraid: bring upon them the day of affliction, and with a double destruction, destroy them.


Thou art beautiful above the sons of men: grace is poured abroad in thy lips; therefore hath God blessed thee for ever


8 For the poor man shall not be forgotten to the end: the patience of the poor shall not perish for ever.


0 Declare ye it not in Geth, weep ya not with tears: in the house of Dust sprinkle yourselves with dust.


Is there any numbering of his soldiers? and upon whom shall not his light arise?


He that walketh without blemish, and worketh justice:


The sea saw and fled: Jordan was turned back.


I said to the Lord: Thou art my God: hear, O Lord, the voice of my supplication.


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