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Psalm 118:5 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

5 Out of distress I called upon Jah: Jah answered me in an enlarging.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 I called upon the LORD in distress: The LORD answered me, and set me in a large place.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 Out of my distress I called upon the Lord; the Lord answered me and set me free and in a large place.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Out of my distress I called upon Jehovah: Jehovah answered me and set me in a large place.

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Common English Bible

5 In tight circumstances, I cried out to the LORD. The LORD answered me with wide-open spaces.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 I wish that my ways may be directed so as to keep your justifications.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 O! that my ways may be directed to keep thy justifications.

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Psalm 118:5
15 Tagairtí Cros  

And Jacob will be greatly afraid and it will press upon him: and he will divide the people which were with him, and the sheep and the oxen, and the camels, into two camps.


And they will cry to God in straits to them; he will save them from their distresses.


And they will cry to Jehovah in straits to them; he will save them from their distresses.


Song of ascensions. I called to Jehovah in straits to me, and he will answer me.


And he will bring me forth to a wide place: he will deliver me, for he delighted in me.


Jehovah will recompense me according to my justice, according to the cleanness of my hands he will turn back to me.


In my straits I will call upon Jehovah, and to my God will I cry: he will hear my voice from his temple, and my cry will come before him into his ears.


And thou didst not shut me up in the hand of the enemy: thou didst cause my feet to stand in a broad place.


In the day of my straits I sought Jehovah: my hand was stretched out at night, and it will not be slack: my soul refused to be comforted.


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