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Psalm 31:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

3 Because thou art my rock, and thee I for my fortress take; Therefore do thou me lead and guide, ev'n for thine own name's sake.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 For thou art my rock and my fortress; Therefore for thy name's sake lead me, and guide me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 Yes, You are my Rock and my Fortress; therefore for Your name's sake lead me and guide me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 For thou art my rock and my fortress; Therefore for thy name’s sake lead me and guide me.

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Common English Bible

3 You are definitely my rock and my fortress. Guide me and lead me for the sake of your good name!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 Because I was silent, my bones grew old, while still I cried out all day long.

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Psalm 31:3
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For thy name's glory help us, Lord, who hast our Saviour been: Deliver us; for thy name's sake, O purge away our sin.


And see if any wicked way there be at all in me; And in thine everlasting way to me a leader be.


O send thy light forth and thy truth; let them be guides to me, And bring me to thine holy hill, ev'n where thy dwellings be.


Now, for thine own name's sake, O Lord, I thee entreat To pardon mine iniquity; for it is very great.


And do thou lead me in thy truth, therein my teacher be: For thou art God that dost to me salvation send, And I upon thee all the day expecting do attend.


The meek in judgment he will guide, and make his path to know.


My fortress is the Lord, My rock, and he that doth to me deliverance afford: My God, my strength, whom I will trust, a buckler unto me, The horn of my salvation, and my high tow'r, is he.


Be thou my dwelling-rock, to which I ever may resort: Thou gav'st commandment me to save, for thou'rt my rock and fort.


For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt, my days, like smoke, do waste.


I, while I live, will call on him, who bow'd to me his ear.


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