Bíobla ar líne

Fógraí


An Bíobla ar fad Sean-Tiomna Tiomna Nua




Psalm 12:6 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

The words of God are words most pure; they be like silver try'd In earthen furnace, seven times that hath been purify'd.

Féach an chaibidil
Taispeáin Interlinear Bible

Tuilleadh leaganacha

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

The words of the LORD are pure words: As silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

Féach an chaibidil

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

The words and promises of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified seven times over.

Féach an chaibidil

American Standard Version (1901)

The words of Jehovah are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, Purified seven times.

Féach an chaibidil

Common English Bible

The LORD’s promises are pure, like silver that’s been refined in an oven, purified seven times over!

Féach an chaibidil

Catholic Public Domain Version

But I have hoped in your mercy. My heart will exult in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, who assigns good things to me. And I will sing psalms to the name of the Lord Most High.

Féach an chaibidil

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

but I have trusted in thy mercy. My heart shall rejoice in thy salvation: I will sing to the Lord, who giveth me good things, yea I will sing to the name of the Lord the most high.

Féach an chaibidil
Aistriúcháin eile



Psalm 12:6
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Thy word's most pure, therefore on it thy servant's love is set.


As for God, perfect is his way: the Lord his word is try'd; He is a buckler to all those who do in him confide.


The statutes of the Lord are right, and do rejoice the heart: The Lord's command is pure, and doth light to the eyes impart.


For thou didst prove and try us, Lord, as men do silver try;


Surely the very wrath of man unto thy praise redounds: Thou to the remnant of his wrath wilt set restraining bounds.


Lord, pity me; behold the grief which I from foes sustain; Ev'n thou, who from the gates of death dost raise me up again;