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Psalm 104:24 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

How manifold, Lord, are thy works! in wisdom wonderful Thou ev'ry one of them hast made; earth's of thy riches full:

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

O LORD, how manifold are thy works! In wisdom hast thou made them all: The earth is full of thy riches.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

O Lord, how many and varied are Your works! In wisdom have You made them all; the earth is full of Your riches and Your creatures.

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American Standard Version (1901)

O Jehovah, how manifold are thy works! In wisdom hast thou made them all: The earth is full of thy riches.

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Common English Bible

LORD, you have done so many things! You made them all so wisely! The earth is full of your creations!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

And he helped his people greatly, and he strengthened them over their enemies.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

And he increased his people exceedingly: and strengthened them over their enemies,

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Psalm 104:24
22 Tagairtí Cros  

Within the deep these men God's works and his great wonders see.


O that men to the Lord would give praise for his goodness then, And for his works of wonder done unto the sons of men!


Who by his wisdom made heav'ns high: for mercy hath he ever.


Praise ye JEHOVAH from the earth, dragons, and ev'ry deep:


The earth belongs unto the Lord, and all that it contains; The world that is inhabited, and all that there remains.


O Lord my God, full many are the wonders thou hast done; Thy gracious thoughts to us-ward far above all thoughts are gone: In order none can reckon them to thee: if them declare, And speak of them I would, they more than can be number'd are.


So thou the year most lib'rally dost with thy goodness crown; And all thy paths abundantly on us drop fatness down.


When I look up unto the heav'ns, which thine own fingers fram'd, Unto the moon, and to the stars, which were by thee ordain'd;


A brutish man it knoweth not; fools understand not this.