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Psalm 32:7 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

7 Thou art my hiding-place, thou shalt from trouble keep me free: Thou with songs of deliverance about shalt compass me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; Thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 You are a hiding place for me; You, Lord, preserve me from trouble, You surround me with songs and shouts of deliverance. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 Thou art my hiding-place; thou wilt preserve me from trouble; Thou wilt compass me about with songs of deliverance. [Selah

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Common English Bible

7 You are my secret hideout! You protect me from trouble. You surround me with songs of rescue! Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 gathering together the waters of the sea, as if in a container, placing the depths in storage.

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Psalm 32:7
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He that doth in the secret place of the most High reside, Under the shade of him that is th' Almighty shall abide.


My shield and hiding-place thou art: I on thy word rely.


For he in his pavilion shall me hide in evil days; In secret of his tent me hide, and on a rock me raise.


God also will a refuge be for those that are oppress'd; A refuge will he be in times of trouble to distress'd.


In secret of thy presence thou shalt hide them from man's pride: From strife of tongues thou closely shalt, as in a tent, them hide.


Lord, free me from my foes; I flee to thee to cover me.


O sing a new song to the Lord, for wonders he hath done: His right hand and his holy arm him victory hath won.


He put a new song in my mouth, our God to magnify: Many shall see it, and shall fear, and on the Lord rely.


Unto the man that wicked is his sorrows shall abound; But him that trusteth in the Lord mercy shall compass round.


For, Lord, unto the righteous man thou wilt thy blessing yield: With favour thou wilt compass him about, as with a shield.


Hell's sorrows me environed; death's snares did me prevent.


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