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Psalm 16:1 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

1 Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 Preserve me, O God: For in thee do I put my trust.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 KEEP and protect me, O God, for in You I have found refuge, and in You do I put my trust and hide myself.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 Preserve me, O God; for in thee do I take refuge.

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Common English Bible

1 Protect me, God, because I take refuge in you.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 A Prayer of David. Lord, listen to my justice, attend to my supplication. Pay attention to my prayer, which is not from deceitful lips.

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Psalm 16:1
21 Cross References  

Be merciful unto me, O God; for man would swallow me up: All the day long he fighting oppresseth me.


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


The LORD preserveth the simple: I was brought low, and he saved me.


O LORD of hosts, Blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.


O love the LORD, all ye his saints: The LORD preserveth the faithful, And plentifully rewardeth the proud doer.


For the which cause I suffer also these things: yet I am not ashamed; for I know him whom I have believed, and I am persuaded that he is able to guard that which I have committed unto him against that day.


That he may guard the paths of judgement, And preserve the way of his saints.


Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, Whose hope is in the LORD his God:


And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee; For thou, LORD, hast not forsaken them that seek thee.


O LORD my God, in thee do I put my trust: Save me from all them that pursue me, and deliver me:


They that trust in the LORD Are as mount Zion, which cannot be moved, but abideth for ever.


O ye that love the LORD, hate evil: He preserveth the souls of his saints; He delivereth them out of the hand of the wicked.


O God, thou hast cast us off, thou hast broken us down; Thou hast been angry; O restore us again.


For the LORD loveth judgement, And forsaketh not his saints; they are preserved for ever: But the seed of the wicked shall be cut off.


O keep my soul, and deliver me: Let me not be ashamed, for I put my trust in thee.


My steps have held fast to thy paths, My feet have not slipped.


yea, we ourselves have had the answer of death within ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God which raiseth the dead:


Commit thyself unto the LORD; let him deliver him: Let him deliver him, seeing he delighteth in him.


Lest he tear my soul like a lion, Rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.


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