Psalm 43:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) O send thy light forth and thy truth; let them be guides to me, And bring me to thine holy hill, ev'n where thy dwellings be. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 O send out thy light and thy truth: Let them lead me; Let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition O send out Your light and Your truth, let them lead me; let them bring me to Your holy hill and to Your dwelling. American Standard Version (1901) Oh send out thy light and thy truth; let them lead me: Let them bring me unto thy holy hill, And to thy tabernacles. Common English Bible Send your light and truth—those will guide me! Let them bring me to your holy mountain, to your dwelling place. Catholic Public Domain Version Your hand dispersed the Gentiles, and you transplanted them. You afflicted a people, and you expelled them. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Thy hand destroyed the Gentiles, and thou plantedst them: thou didst afflict the people and cast them out. |
Because thou art my God, to do thy will do me instruct: Thy Sp'rit is good, me to the land of uprightness conduct.
Yet, notwithstanding, I have him to be my King appointed; And over Sion, my holy hill, I have him King anointed.
Because of life the fountain pure remains alone with thee; And in that purest light of thine we clearly light shall see.
Thy tender mercies, Lord, from me O do thou not restrain; Thy loving-kindness, and thy truth, let them me still maintain.
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.
A river is, whose streams do glad the city of our God; The holy place, wherein the Lord most high hath his abode.
From heav'n he shall send down, and me from his reproach defend That would devour me: God his truth and mercy forth shall send.
My soul among fierce lions is, I firebrands live among, Men's sons, whose teeth are spears and darts, a sharp sword is their tongue.
But he did chuse Jehudah's tribe to be the rest above; And of mount Sion he made choice, which he so much did love.
How lovely is thy dwelling-place, O Lord of hosts, to me! The tabernacles of thy grace how pleasant, Lord, they be!
For all those that be righteous sown is a joyful light, And gladness sown is for all those that are in heart upright.