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Psalm 27:5 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

For in the day of trouble he shall keep me secretly in his pavilion: In the covert of his tabernacle shall he hide me; He shall lift me up upon a rock.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: In the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

For in the day of trouble He will hide me in His shelter; in the secret place of His tent will He hide me; He will set me high upon a rock.

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American Standard Version (1901)

For in the day of trouble he will keep me secretly in his pavilion: In the covert of his tabernacle will he hide me; He will lift me up upon a rock.

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Common English Bible

Because he will shelter me in his own dwelling during troubling times; he will hide me in a secret place in his own tent; he will set me up high, safe on a rock.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Since they have not understood the works of the Lord and the works of his hands, you will destroy them, and you will not build them up.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Because they have not understood the works of the Lord, and the operations of his hands: thou shalt destroy them, and shalt not build them up.

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Psalm 27:5
33 Cross References  

And he was with them hid in the house of God six years: and Athaliah reigned over the land.


Why standest thou afar off, O LORD? Why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?


Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in thy word.


Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me; Thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of mine enemies, And thy right hand shall save me.


Keep me as the apple of the eye, Hide me under the shadow of thy wings,


He maketh my feet like hinds' feet: And setteth me upon my high places.


In the covert of thy presence shalt thou hide them from the plottings of man: Thou shalt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife of tongues.


Blessed be the LORD: For he hath shewed me his marvelous lovingkindness in a strong city.


He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay; And he set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.


And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: Many shall see it, and fear, And shall trust in the LORD.


God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble.


And call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.


Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me; For my soul taketh refuge in thee: Yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I take refuge, Until these calamities be overpast.


From the end of the earth will I call unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.


For thou hast been a refuge for me, A strong tower from the enemy.


In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: My hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; My soul refused to be comforted.


They take crafty counsel against thy people, And consult together against thy hidden ones.


He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.


He shall call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble: I will deliver him, and honour him.


The name of the LORD is a strong tower: The righteous runneth into it, and is safe.


LORD, in trouble have they visited thee, they poured out a prayer when thy chastening was upon them.


Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee: hide thyself for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast.


And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.


O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, which killeth the prophets, and stoneth them that are sent unto her! how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!


For ye died, and your life is hid with Christ in God.