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Psalm 32:1 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

1 O blessed is the man to whom is freely pardoned All the transgression he hath done, whose sin is covered.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, Whose sin is covered.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 BLESSED (HAPPY, fortunate, to be envied) is he who has forgiveness of his transgression continually exercised upon him, whose sin is covered.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, Whose sin is covered.

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Common English Bible

1 The one whose wrongdoing is forgiven, whose sin is covered over, is truly happy!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 A Psalm of David. Exult in the Lord, you just ones; together praise the upright.

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Psalm 32:1
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Thou pardoned thy people hast all their iniquities; Thou all their trespasses and sins hast cover'd from thine eyes.


O blessed is the man whose trust upon the Lord relies; Respecting not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.


Blessed are they that judgment keep, and justly do always.


That there is not a God, the fool doth in his heart conclude: They are corrupt, their works are vile, not one of them doth good.


Like as the hart for water-brooks in thirst doth pant and bray; So pants my longing soul, O God, that come to thee I may.


Bless'd is each one that fears the Lord, and walketh in his ways;


O greatly bless'd the people are the joyful sound that know; In brightness of thy face, O Lord, they ever on shall go.


O thou that art the Lord of hosts, that man is truly blest, Who by assured confidence on thee alone doth rest.


Why dost thou boast, O mighty man, of mischief and of ill? The goodness of Almighty God endureth ever still.


My heart brings forth a goodly thing; my words that I indite Concern the King: my tongue's a pen of one that swift doth write.


Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself from my entreating voice:


All thine iniquities who doth most graciously forgive: Who thy diseases all and pains doth heal, and thee relieve.


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