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Psalm 40:5 - 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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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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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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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  

Lo, these things are said in part, of his ways: and seeing we have heard scarce a little drop of his word, who shall be able to behold the thunder of his greatness?


Who doth great things and unsearchable and wonderful things without number.


Who doth things great and incomprehensible and wonderful: of which there is no number.


How shall we sing the song of the Lord in a strange land?


the proud have hidden a net for me. And they have stretched out cords for a snare: they have laid for me a stumblingblock by the wayside.


And he shall live, and to him shall be given of the gold of Arabia, for him they shall always adore: they shall bless him all the day.


Thy testimonies are become exceedingly credible: holiness becometh thy house, O Lord, unto length of days.


And all these thy servants shall come down to me, and shall worship me, saying: Go forth thou, and all the people that is under thee. After that we will go out.


Who is like to thee, among the strong, O Lord? Who is like to thee, glorious in holiness, terrible and praiseworthy, doing wonders?


For I know the thoughts that I think towards you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of affliction, to give you an end and patience.


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