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Psalm 65:8 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Those in the utmost parts that dwell are at thy signs afraid: Th' outgoings of the morn and ev'n by thee are joyful made.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens: Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

So that those who dwell in earth's farthest parts are afraid of [nature's] signs of Your presence. You make the places where morning and evening have birth to shout for joy.

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American Standard Version (1901)

They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens: Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.

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Common English Bible

Those who dwell on the far edges stand in awe of your acts. You make the gateways of morning and evening sing for joy.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Bless our God, you Gentiles, and make the voice of his praise be heard.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

O bless our God, ye Gentiles: and make the voice of his praise to be heard.

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Psalm 65:8
22 Tagairtí Cros  

The storm is chang'd into a calm at his command and will; So that the waves, which rag'd before, now quiet are and still.


Then fill'd with laughter was our mouth, our tongue with melody: They 'mong the heathen said, The Lord great things for them hath wrought.


who smote. Strange tokens he On Phar'oh and his servants sent, Egypt, in midst of thee.


The sun to rule till day decline: for his grace faileth never.


O praise ye him, both sun and moon, praise him, all stars of light.


Who, bridegroom-like, forth goes From's chamber, as a strong man doth to run his race rejoice.


Ask of me, and for heritage the heathen I'll make thine; And, for possession, I to thee will give earth's utmost line.


With flocks the pastures clothed be, the vales with corn are clad; And now they shout and sing to thee, for thou hast made them glad.


Say unto God, How terrible in all thy works art thou! Through thy great pow'r thy foes to thee shall be constrain'd to bow.


Thine only is the day, O Lord, thine also is the night; And thou alone prepared hast the sun and shining light.


Rahab in pieces thou didst break, like one that slaughter'd is; And with thy mighty arm thou hast dispers'd thine enemies.