My strength is like a potsherd dry'd; my tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws; and to the dust of death thou brought me hast.
Psalm 137:6 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) My tongue to my mouth's roof let cleave, if I do thee forget, Jerusalem, and thee above my chief joy do not set. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth if I remember you not, if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy! [Ezek. 3:26.] American Standard Version (1901) Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, If I remember thee not; If I prefer not Jerusalem Above my chief joy. Common English Bible Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you, if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy. Catholic Public Domain Version For the Lord is exalted, and he looks with favor on the humble. But the lofty he knows from a distance. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version For the Lord is high, and looketh on the low: and the high he knoweth afar off. |
My strength is like a potsherd dry'd; my tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws; and to the dust of death thou brought me hast.
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.