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Psalm 27:5 - English Standard Version 2016

5 For he will hide me in his shelter in the day of trouble; he will conceal me under the cover of his tent; he will lift me high upon a rock.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: In the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 For in the day of trouble He will hide me in His shelter; in the secret place of His tent will He hide me; He will set me high upon a rock.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 For in the day of trouble he will keep me secretly in his pavilion: In the covert of his tabernacle will he hide me; He will lift me up upon a rock.

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Common English Bible

5 Because he will shelter me in his own dwelling during troubling times; he will hide me in a secret place in his own tent; he will set me up high, safe on a rock.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 Since they have not understood the works of the Lord and the works of his hands, you will destroy them, and you will not build them up.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 Because they have not understood the works of the Lord, and the operations of his hands: thou shalt destroy them, and shalt not build them up.

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Psalm 27:5
33 Tagairtí Cros  

And he remained with them six years, hidden in the house of God, while Athaliah reigned over the land.


Why, O Lord, do you stand far away? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?


You are my hiding place and my shield; I hope in your word.


Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve my life; you stretch out your hand against the wrath of my enemies, and your right hand delivers me.


Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings,


He made my feet like the feet of a deer and set me secure on the heights.


In the cover of your presence you hide them from the plots of men; you store them in your shelter from the strife of tongues.


Blessed be the Lord, for he has wondrously shown his steadfast love to me when I was in a besieged city.


He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.


He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord.


God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.


and call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall glorify me.”


Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, till the storms of destruction pass by.


from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I,


for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy.


In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.


They lay crafty plans against your people; they consult together against your treasured ones.


He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.


When he calls to me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him and honor him.


The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous man runs into it and is safe.


O Lord, in distress they sought you; they poured out a whispered prayer when your discipline was upon them.


Come, my people, enter your chambers, and shut your doors behind you; hide yourselves for a little while until the fury has passed by.


Each will be like a hiding place from the wind, a shelter from the storm, like streams of water in a dry place, like the shade of a great rock in a weary land.


“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often would I have gathered your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!


For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.


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