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Psalm 43:4 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Then will I to God's altar go, to God my chiefest joy: Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: Yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Then will I go to the altar of God, to God, my exceeding joy; yes, with the lyre will I praise You, O God, my God!

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American Standard Version (1901)

Then will I go unto the altar of God, Unto God my exceeding joy; And upon the harp will I praise thee, O God, my God.

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Common English Bible

Let me come to God’s altar— let me come to God, my joy, my delight— then I will give you thanks with the lyre, God, my God!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

For they did not take possession of the land by their sword, and their own arm did not save them. But your right hand and your arm, and the light of your countenance did so, because you were pleased with them.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

For they got not the possession of the land by their own sword: neither did their own arm save them. But thy right hand and thy arm, and the light of thy countenance: because thou wast pleased with them.

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Psalm 43:4
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Mine hands in innocence, O Lord, I'll wash and purify; So to thine holy altar go, and compass it will I:


Praise God with harp, and unto him sing with the psaltery; Upon a ten-string'd instrument make ye sweet melody.


My God, my soul's cast down in me; thee therefore mind I will From Jordan's land, the Hermonites, and ev'n from Mizar hill.


My glory wake; wake psalt'ry, harp; myself I'll early raise.


I'll praise thee 'mong the people, Lord; 'mong nations sing will I:


That I thy power may behold, and brightness of thy face, As I have seen thee heretofore within thy holy place.


Take up a psalm, the pleasant harp, timbrel and psalt'ry bring.