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Psalm 46:4 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

A river is, whose streams do glad the city of our God; The holy place, wherein the Lord most high hath his abode.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, The holy place of the tabernacles of the most High.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

There is a river whose streams shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.

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American Standard Version (1901)

There is a river, the streams whereof make glad the city of God, The holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.

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Common English Bible

There is a river whose streams gladden God’s city, the holiest dwelling of the Most High.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

He has subjected the peoples to us and subdued the nations under our feet.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

He hath subdued the people under us; and the nations under our feet.

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Psalm 46:4
24 Tagairtí Cros  

He makes me down to lie In pastures green: he leadeth me the quiet waters by.


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.


Great is the Lord, and greatly he is to be praised still, Within the city of our God, upon his holy hill.


As we have heard it told, So, in the city of the Lord, our eyes did it behold; In our God's city, which his hand for ever stablish will.


The earth thou visit'st, wat'ring it; thou mak'st it rich to grow With God's full flood; thou corn prepar'st, when thou provid'st it so.


Things glorious are said of thee, thou city of the Lord.


He that doth in the secret place of the most High reside, Under the shade of him that is th' Almighty shall abide.


To render thanks unto the Lord it is a comely thing, And to thy name, O thou most High, due praise aloud to sing.


But thou, O Lord, art the most High, for ever to remain.


The floods, O Lord, have lifted up, they lifted up their voice; The floods have lifted up their waves, and made a mighty noise.