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Psalm 17:8 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

8 Keep me as the apple of your eye. Hide me under the shadow of your wings,

Féach an chaibidil Cóip


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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Keep me as the apple of the eye, Hide me under the shadow of thy wings,

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Keep and guard me as the pupil of Your eye; hide me in the shadow of Your wings

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

American Standard Version (1901)

8 Keep me as the apple of the eye; Hide me under the shadow of thy wings,

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Common English Bible

8 Watch me with the very pupil of your eye! Hide me in the protection of your wings,

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Catholic Public Domain Version

8 The earth was shaken, and it trembled. The foundations of the mountains were disturbed, and they were shaken, because he was angry with them.

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Psalm 17:8
16 Tagairtí Cros  

How precious is your loving kindness, God! The children of men take refuge under the shadow of your wings.


They shall be abundantly satisfied with the abundance of your house. You will make them drink of the river of your pleasures.


I cry out to El `Elyon, to God who accomplishes my requests for me.


I will dwell in your tent forever. I will take refuge in the shelter of your wings. Selah.


For you, God, have heard my vows. You have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.


For you have been my help. I will rejoice in the shadow of your wings.


He who dwells in the secret place of the Elyon will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.


He will cover you with his feathers. Under his wings you will take refuge. His faithfulness is your shield and rampart.


Keep my mitzvot and live! Guard my teaching as the apple of your eye.


For thus says the LORD of Armies: 'For honor he has sent me to the nations which plundered you; for he who touches you touches the apple of his eye.


*Yerushalayim, Yerushalayim, who kills the prophets, and stones those who are sent to her! How often I would have gathered your children together, even as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you would not!


*Yerushalayim, Yerushalayim, that kills the prophets, and stones those who are sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together, like a hen gathers her own brood under her wings, and you refused!


He found him in a desert land, in the waste howling wilderness. He surrounded him. He cared for him. He kept him as the apple of his eye.


The LORD recompense your work, and a full reward be given you of the LORD, the God of Yisra'el, under whose wings you are come to take refuge.


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