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Psalm 91:2 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

I of the Lord my God will say, He is my refuge still, He is my fortress, and my God, and in him trust I will.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: My God; in him will I trust.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

I will say of the Lord, He is my Refuge and my Fortress, my God; on Him I lean and rely, and in Him I [confidently] trust!

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American Standard Version (1901)

I will say of Jehovah, He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in whom I trust.

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Common English Bible

I say to the LORD, “You are my refuge, my stronghold! You are my God—the one I trust!”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

It is good to confess to the Lord and to sing psalms to your name, O Most High:

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

It is good to give praise to the Lord: and to sing to thy name, O most High.

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Psalm 91:2
26 Tagairtí Cros  

You shame the counsel of the poor, because God is his trust.


I cry'd to thee; I said, Thou art my refuge, Lord, alone; And in the land of those that live thou art my portion.


Because I am brought very low, attend unto my cry: Me from my persecutors save, who stronger are than I.


My fortress is the Lord, My rock, and he that doth to me deliverance afford: My God, my strength, whom I will trust, a buckler unto me, The horn of my salvation, and my high tow'r, is he.


Upon the Lord, who worthy is of praises, will I cry; And then shall I preserved be safe from mine enemy.


O Lord, I trust in thee: My God, let me not be asham'd, nor foes triumph o'er me.


My times are wholly in thine hand: do thou deliver me From their hands that mine enemies and persecutors be.


Then will I to God's altar go, to God my chiefest joy: Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ.


God is our refuge and our strength, in straits a present aid;


Therefore, although the earth remove, we will not be afraid: Though hills amidst the seas be cast;


For this God doth abide Our God for evermore; he will ev'n unto death us guide.


For thou the vows that I did make, O Lord my God, didst hear: Thou hast giv'n me the heritage of those thy name that fear.


Be thou my dwelling-rock, to which I ever may resort: Thou gav'st commandment me to save, for thou'rt my rock and fort.


Because the Lord, who constantly my refuge is alone, Ev'n the most High, is made by thee thy habitation;