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Psalm 77:6 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

6 I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: And my spirit made diligent search.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 I call to remembrance my song in the night; with my heart I meditate and my spirit searches diligently:

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart; And my spirit maketh diligent search.

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Common English Bible

6 I meditate with my heart at night; I complain, and my spirit keeps searching:

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 so that another generation might know them, and so that the sons, who will be born and who will grow up, shall describe them to their sons.

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Psalm 77:6
14 Cross References  

Yet the Lord will command his loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.


Stand in awe, and sin not: commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. Selah.


And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed, and sang praises unto God: and the prisoners heard them.


Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to the Lord.


I communed with mine own heart, saying, Lo, I am come to great estate, and have gotten more wisdom than all they that have been before me in Jerusalem: yea, my heart had great experience of wisdom and knowledge.


I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; show me wherefore thou contendest with me.


Arise, go to Nin´eveh, that great city, and cry against it; for their wickedness is come up before me.


But none saith, Where is God my maker, who giveth songs in the night;


Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations: ask thy father, and he will show thee; thy elders, and they will tell thee.


Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.


I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.


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