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Psalm 30:1 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

1 Lord, I will thee extol, for thou hast lifted me on high, And over me thou to rejoice mad'st not mine enemy.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 I WILL extol You, O Lord, for You have lifted me up and have not let my foes rejoice over me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up, And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

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Common English Bible

1 I exalt you, LORD, because you pulled me up; you didn’t let my enemies celebrate over me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 Unto the end. A Psalm of David according to an ecstasy.

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Psalm 30:1
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O Lord, I trust in thee: My God, let me not be asham'd, nor foes triumph o'er me.


Let not my wrongful enemies proudly rejoice o'er me; Nor who me hate without a cause, let them wink with the eye.


Unto the wicked man, O Lord, his wishes do not grant; Nor further thou his ill device, lest they themselves should vaunt.


Lest that mine enemy should say, Against him I prevail'd; And those that trouble me rejoice, when I am mov'd and fail'd.


I'll thee extol, my God, O King; I'll bless thy name always.


Why say the heathen, Where's their God? let him to them be known; When those who shed thy servants' blood are in our sight o'erthrown.


By this I know that certainly I favour'd am by thee; Because my hateful enemy triumphs not over me.


O thine own people do thou save, bless thine inheritance; Them also do thou feed, and them for evermore advance.


And now, ev'n at this present time, mine head shall lifted be Above all those that are my foes, and round encompass me: Therefore unto his tabernacle I'll sacrifices bring Of joyfulness; I'll sing, yea, I to God will praises sing.


Unto our neighbours a reproach most base become are we; A scorn and laughingstock to them that round about us be.


I with my mouth unto him cry'd, my tongue did him extol.


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