Psalm 59:16 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) But of thy pow'r I'll sing aloud; at morn thy mercy praise: For thou to me my refuge wast, and tow'r, in troublous days. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 But I will sing of thy power; Yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning: For thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition But I will sing of Your mighty strength and power; yes, I will sing aloud of Your mercy and loving-kindness in the morning; for You have been to me a defense (a fortress and a high tower) and a refuge in the day of my distress. American Standard Version (1901) But I will sing of thy strength; Yea, I will sing aloud of thy lovingkindness in the morning: For thou hast been my high tower, And a refuge in the day of my distress. Common English Bible But me? I will sing of your strength! In the morning I will shout out loud about your faithful love because you have been my stronghold, my shelter when I was distraught. |
Nevertheless he saved them, ev'n for his own name's sake; That so he might to be well known his mighty power make.
Though I in midst of trouble walk, I life from thee shall have: 'Gainst my foes' wrath thou'lt stretch thine hand; thy right hand shall me save.
At morn let me thy kindness hear; for in thee do I trust. Teach me the way that I should walk: I lift my soul to thee.
In thy great pow'r and strength, O Lord, be thou exalted high; So shall we sing with joyful hearts, thy power praise shall we.
For but a moment lasts his wrath; life in his favour lies: Weeping may for a night endure, at morn doth joy arise.
I'll in thy mercy gladly joy: for thou my miseries Consider'd hast; thou hast my soul known in adversities:
Give ear unto me when I call, God of my righteousness: Have mercy, hear my pray'r; thou hast enlarg'd me in distress.
Lord, thou shalt early hear my voice: I early will direct My pray'r to thee; and, looking up, an answer will expect.
I in my trouble sought the Lord, my sore by night did run, And ceased not; my grieved soul did consolation shun.
Because thy mercy toward me in greatness doth excel; And thou deliver'd hast my soul out from the lowest hell.
God's mercies I will ever sing; and with my mouth I shall Thy faithfulness make to be known to generations all.