Psalm 18:3 - The Message

³ I sing to God, the Praise-Lofty, and find myself safe and saved.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

³ I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: So shall I be saved from mine enemies.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

³ I will call upon the Lord, Who is to be praised; so shall I be saved from my enemies. [Rev. 5:12.]

American Standard Version (1901)

³ I will call upon Jehovah, who is worthy to be praised: So shall I be saved from mine enemies.

Common English Bible

³ Because he is praiseworthy, I cried out to the LORD, and I was saved from my enemies.

Catholic Public Domain Version

³ Day proclaims the word to day, and night to night imparts knowledge.

Psalm 18:3 Referencias Cruzadas

Psalm 145:3

God is magnificent; he can never be praised enough. There are no boundaries to his greatness.

2 Samuel 22:4

I sing to God the Praise-Lofty, and find myself safe and saved.

Psalm 96:4

For God is great, and worth a thousand Hallelujahs. His furious beauty puts the other gods to shame; Pagan gods are mere tatters and rags.

Psalm 55:16

I call to God; God will help me. At dusk, dawn, and noon I sigh deep sighs—he hears, he rescues. My life is well and whole, secure in the middle of danger Even while thousands are lined up against me. God hears it all, and from his judge’s bench puts them in their place. But, set in their ways, they won’t change; they pay him no mind.

Psalm 76:4

Oh, how bright you shine! Outshining their huge piles of loot! The warriors were plundered and left there impotent. And now there’s nothing to them, nothing to show for their swagger and threats. Your sudden roar, God of Jacob, knocked the wind out of horse and rider.

Psalm 48:1

God majestic, praise abounds in our God-city! His sacred mountain, breathtaking in its heights—earth’s joy. Zion Mountain looms in the North, city of the world-King. God in his citadel peaks undefeatable.

Psalm 62:3

How long will you gang up on me? How long will you run with the bullies? There’s nothing to you, any of you— rotten floorboards, worm-eaten rafters, Anthills plotting to bring down mountains, far gone in make-believe. You talk a good line, but every “blessing” breathes a curse.

Psalm 144:1

Blessed be God, my mountain, who trains me to fight fair and well. He’s the bedrock on which I stand, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight, The high crag where I run for dear life, while he lays my enemies low.

Jeremiah 16:19

God, my strength, my stronghold, my safe retreat when trouble descends: The godless nations will come from earth’s four corners, saying, “Our ancestors lived on lies, useless illusions, all smoke.” Can mortals manufacture gods? Their factories turn out no-gods!