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Psalm 66:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Say unto God, How terrible art thou in thy works! Through the greatness of thy power shall thine enemies submit themselves unto thee.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Say to God, How awesome and fearfully glorious are Your works! Through the greatness of Your power shall Your enemies submit themselves to You [with feigned and reluctant obedience].

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American Standard Version (1901)

Say unto God, How terrible are thy works! Through the greatness of thy power shall thine enemies submit themselves unto thee.

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Common English Bible

Say to God: “How awesome are your works! Because of your great strength, your enemies cringe before you.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

So may we know your way upon the earth, your salvation among all nations.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

That we may know thy way upon earth: thy salvation in all nations.

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Psalm 66:3
19 Tagairtí Cros  

At hearing they shall me obey, to me they shall submit.


Strangers for fear shall fade away, who in close places sit.


For dreadful is the Lord most high, great King the earth throughout.


O God of our salvation, thou, in thy righteousness, By fearful works unto our pray'rs thine answer dost express: Therefore the ends of all the earth, and those afar that be Upon the sea, their confidence, O Lord, will place in thee.


The spearmen's host, the multitude of bulls, which fiercely look, Those calves which people have forth sent, O Lord our God, rebuke, Till ev'ry one submit himself, and silver pieces bring: The people that delight in war disperse, O God and King.


By him the sp'rits shall be cut off of those that princes are: Unto the kings that are on earth he fearful doth appear.


The haters of the Lord to him submission should have feign'd; But as for them, their time should have for evermore remain'd.