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Psalm 46:4 - Tree of Life Version

though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains quake at their swelling. Selah

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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  

But I have chosen Jerusalem that My Name would abide there and I have chosen David to be over My people Israel.’


He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.


Send forth Your light and Your truth— let them guide me. Let them bring me to Your holy mountain and to Your dwelling places.


A song, a psalm of the sons of Korah.


With an east wind You broke the ships of Tarshish.


Those dwelling in the uttermost parts stand in awe of Your signs. You make morning and evening shout for joy.


Glorious things are spoken of you, city of God. Selah


He who dwells in the shelter of Elyon, will abide in the shadow of Shaddai.


A psalm, a song for the Shabbat.


Though the wicked spring up like grass, and all evildoers flourish, it is only to be ruined forever.


The floods have lifted up, Adonai, the floods have lifted up their voice, the floods lift up their crashing waves.


Though the profit of the land is taken by all, a king is served by the fields.


If only you had listened to My commandments! then your peace would be like a river, and your righteousness like the waves of the sea.


The sons of those who afflicted you will come bowing to you, and all those who despised you will fall at the soles of your feet. They will call you the city of Adonai, Zion of the Holy One of Israel.


With what shall I come before Adonai? With what shall I bow myself before God on high? Shall I present Him with burnt offerings, with year-old calves?


But you have come to Mount Zion— to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to myriads of angels, a joyous gathering,


Then he carried me away in the Ruach to a great and high mountain, and he showed me the holy city, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God,