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Psalm 138:7 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Though I in midst of trouble walk, I life from thee shall have: 'Gainst my foes' wrath thou'lt stretch thine hand; thy right hand shall me save.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: Thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You will revive me; You will stretch forth Your hand against the wrath of my enemies, and Your right hand will save me. [Ps. 23:3, 4.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me; Thou wilt stretch forth thy hand against the wrath of mine enemies, And thy right hand will save me.

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Common English Bible

Whenever I am in deep trouble, you make me live again; you send your power against my enemies’ wrath; you save me with your strong hand.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Where will I go from your Spirit? And where will I flee from your face?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy face?

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Psalm 138:7
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Thy wondrous loving-kindness show, thou that, by thy right hand, Sav'st them that trust in thee from those that up against them stand.


He me reliev'd from my strong foes, and such as did me hate; Because he saw that they for me too strong were, and too great.


They me prevented in the day of my calamity; But even then the Lord himself a stay was unto me.


The shield of thy salvation thou didst on me bestow: Thy right hand held me up, and great thy kindness made me grow.


Now know I God his king doth save: he from his holy heav'n Will hear him, with the saving strength by his own right hand giv'n.


For neither got their sword the land, nor did their arm them save; But thy right hand, arm, countenance; for thou them favour gave.


My foes shall, when I cry, turn back; I know't, God is for me.


That thy beloved people may deliver'd be from thrall, Save with the pow'r of thy right hand, and hear me when I call.


Then did I say, That surely this is mine infirmity: I'll mind the years of the right hand of him that is most High.


That in thee may thy people joy, wilt thou not us revive?