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Psalm 40:5 - Catholic Public Domain Version

5 I said, "O Lord, be merciful to me. Heal my soul, because I have sinned against you."

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 Many, O LORD my God, Are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, And thy thoughts which are to us-ward: They cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 Many, O Lord my God, are the wonderful works which You have done, and Your thoughts toward us; no one can compare with You! If I should declare and speak of them, they are too many to be numbered.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Many, O Jehovah my God, are the wonderful works which thou hast done, And thy thoughts which are to us-ward: They cannot be set in order unto thee; If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.

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Common English Bible

5 You, LORD my God! You’ve done so many things— your wonderful deeds and your plans for us— no one can compare with you! If I were to proclaim and talk about all of them, they would be too numerous to count!

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 I said: O Lord, be thou merciful to me: heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee.

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English Standard Version 2016

5 You have multiplied, O Lord my God, your wondrous deeds and your thoughts toward us; none can compare with you! I will proclaim and tell of them, yet they are more than can be told.

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Psalm 40:5
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Behold, these things have been said about his ways in part, and, since we barely have heard a small drop of his word, who will be able to gaze upon the thunder of his greatness?


He does great and unfathomable and miraculous things without number.


He accomplishes great and incomprehensible and miraculous things, which cannot be numbered.


How can we sing a song of the Lord in a foreign land?


The arrogant have hidden a snare for me. And they have stretched out cords for a snare. They have placed a stumbling block for me near the road.


And he will live, and to him will be given from the gold of Arabia, and by him they will always adore. They will bless him all day long.


The floods have lifted up, O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice. The floods have lifted up their waves,


And all these, your servants, shall descend to me and shall reverence me, by saying: 'Depart, you and all the people who are subject to you.' After these things, we will depart."


Who is like you in strength, O Lord? Who is like you: magnificent in sanctity, terrible and yet praiseworthy, accomplishing miracles?


For I know the thoughts that I think over you, says the Lord: thoughts of peace and not of affliction, so that I may give you patience and an end.


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