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Psalm 4:6 - The Message

6-7a Why is everyone hungry for more? “More, more,” they say. “More, more.” I have God’s more-than-enough, More joy in one ordinary day

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 There be many that say, Who will shew us any good? LORD, lift thou up The light of thy countenance upon us.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 Many say, Oh, that we might see some good! Lift up the light of Your countenance upon us, O Lord.

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 Many there are that say, Who will show us any good? Jehovah, lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.

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Common English Bible

6 Many people say, “We can’t find goodness anywhere. The light of your face has left us, LORD!”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 Offer the sacrifice of justice, and hope in the Lord. Many say, "Who reveals to us what is good?"

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Psalm 4:6
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God, God-of-the-Angel-Armies, come back! Smile your blessing smile: That will be our salvation.


God look you full in the face and make you prosper.


God-of-the-Angel-Armies, come back! Smile your blessing smile: That will be our salvation.


God, mark us with grace and blessing! Smile! The whole country will see how you work, all the godless nations see how you save. God! Let people thank and enjoy you. Let all people thank and enjoy you. Let all far-flung people become happy and shout their happiness because You judge them fair and square, you tend the far-flung peoples. God! Let people thank and enjoy you. Let all people thank and enjoy you. Earth, display your exuberance! You mark us with blessing, O God, our God. You mark us with blessing, O God. Earth’s four corners—honor him!


“There once was a rich man, expensively dressed in the latest fashions, wasting his days in conspicuous consumption. A poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, had been dumped on his doorstep. All he lived for was to get a meal from scraps off the rich man’s table. His best friends were the dogs who came and licked his sores.


And now I have a word for you who brashly announce, “Today—at the latest, tomorrow—we’re off to such and such a city for the year. We’re going to start a business and make a lot of money.” You don’t know the first thing about tomorrow. You’re nothing but a wisp of fog, catching a brief bit of sun before disappearing. Instead, make it a habit to say, “If the Master wills it and we’re still alive, we’ll do this or that.”


Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God— soon I’ll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God.


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