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Psalm 28:2 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

The voice hear of my humble pray'rs, when unto thee I cry; When to thine holy oracle I lift mine hands on high.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, When I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Hear the voice of my supplication as I cry to You for help, as I lift up my hands toward Your innermost sanctuary (the Holy of Holies).

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American Standard Version (1901)

Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, When I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.

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Common English Bible

Listen to my request for mercy when I cry out to you, when I lift up my hands to your holy inner sanctuary.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Bring to the Lord, glory and honor. Bring to the Lord, glory for his name. Adore the Lord in his holy court.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Bring to the Lord glory and honour: bring to the Lord glory to his name: adore ye the Lord in his holy court.

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Psalm 28:2
21 Tagairtí Cros  

But as for such as turn aside after their crooked way, God shall lead forth with wicked men: on Isr'el peace shall stay.


My voice, Lord, do thou hear: Unto my supplication's voice give an attentive ear.


Your hands within God's holy place lift up, and praise his name.


Before the gods: And worship will toward thy sanctuary. I'll praise thy name, ev'n for thy truth, and kindness of thy love; For thou thy word hast magnify'd all thy great name above.


I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: unto the cry Of all my supplications, Lord, do thine ear apply.


O Lord, I unto thee do cry, do thou make haste to me, And give an ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.


As incense let my prayer be directed in thine eyes; And the uplifting of my hands as th' ev 'ning sacrifice.


My hands to thee I stretch; my soul thirsts, as dry land, for thee.


But I into thy house will come in thine abundant grace; And I will worship in thy fear toward thy holy place.


I in thy name will lift my hands, and bless thee while I live.