He did the power of his works unto his people show, When he the heathen's heritage upon them did bestow.
Psalm 44:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) For neither got their sword the land, nor did their arm them save; But thy right hand, arm, countenance; for thou them favour gave. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, Neither did their own arm save them: But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, Because thou hadst a favour unto them. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition For they got not the land [of Canaan] in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them; but Your right hand and Your arm and the light of Your countenance [did it], because You were favorable toward and did delight in them. American Standard Version (1901) For they gat not the land in possession by their own sword, Neither did their own arm save them; But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, Because thou wast favorable unto them. Common English Bible No, not by their own swords did they take possession of the land— their own arms didn’t save them. No, it was your strong hand, your arm, and the light of your face because you were pleased with them. Catholic Public Domain Version You are a brilliant form before the sons of men. Grace has been poured freely into your lips. Because of this, God has blessed you in eternity. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Thou art beautiful above the sons of men: grace is poured abroad in thy lips; therefore hath God blessed thee for ever |
He did the power of his works unto his people show, When he the heathen's heritage upon them did bestow.
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.
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.
O who will shew us any good? is that which many say: But of thy countenance the light, Lord, lift on us alway.
O why art thou cast down, my soul? why, thus with grief opprest, Art thou disquieted in me? in God still hope and rest: For yet I know I shall him praise, who graciously to me The health is of my countenance, yea, mine own God is he.
O why art thou cast down, my soul? why in me so dismay'd? Trust God, for I shall praise him yet, his count'nance is mine aid.
Thy hand, ev'n thy right hand of might, why dost thou thus draw back? O from thy bosom pluck it out for our deliv'rance sake.
To thine own people with thine arm thou didst redemption bring; To Jacob's sons, and to the tribes of Joseph that do spring.
The nations of Canaan, by his almighty hand, Before their face he did expel out of their native land; Which for inheritance to them by line he did divide, And made the tribes of Israel within their tents abide.
Burnt up it is with flaming fire, it also is cut down: They utterly are perished, when as thy face doth frown.
Before it thou a room didst make, where it might grow and stand; Thou causedst it deep root to take, and it did fill the land.