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Psalm 122:1 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

I joy'd when to the house of God, Go up, they said to me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of the LORD.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

I WAS glad when they said to me, Let us go to the house of the Lord! [Isa. 2:3; Zech. 8:21.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go unto the house of Jehovah.

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Common English Bible

I rejoiced with those who said to me, “Let’s go to the LORD’s house!”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

A Canticle in steps. I have lifted up my eyes to you, who dwells in the heavens.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

To thee have I lifted up my eyes, who dwellest in heaven.

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Psalm 122:1
27 Tagairtí Cros  

I of thy testimonies have above all things made choice, To be my heritage for aye; for they my heart rejoice.


In my distress to God I cry'd, and he gave ear to me.


I to the hills will lift mine eyes, from whence doth come mine aid.


O thou that dwellest in the heav'ns, I lift mine eyes to thee.


Had not the Lord been on our side, may Israel now say;


They in the Lord that firmly trust shall be like Sion hill, Which at no time can be remov'd, but standeth ever still.


When Sion's bondage God turn'd back, as men that dream'd were we.


Except the Lord do build the house, the builders lose their pain: Except the Lord the city keep, the watchmen watch in vain.


Bless'd is each one that fears the Lord, and walketh in his ways;


Oft did they vex me from my youth, may Isr'el now declare;


Lord, from the depths to thee I cry'd.


My heart not haughty is, O Lord, mine eyes not lofty be; Nor do I deal in matters great, or things too high for me.


David, and his afflictions all, Lord, do thou think upon;


Behold, how good a thing it is, and how becoming well, Together such as brethren are in unity to dwell!


Behold, bless ye the Lord, all ye that his attendants are, Ev'n you that in God's temple be, and praise him nightly there.


The habitation of thy house, Lord, I have loved well; Yea, in that place I do delight where doth thine honour dwell.


My soul is poured out in me, when this I think upon; Because that with the multitude I heretofore had gone: With them into God's house I went, with voice of joy and praise; Yea, with the multitude that kept the solemn holy days.


We join'd sweet counsels, to God's house in company we past.


For in thy courts one day excels a thousand; rather in My God's house will I keep a door, than dwell in tents of sin.