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Psalm 27:5 - King James Version - American Edition

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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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 was with them hid in the house of God six years: and Athali´ah reigned over the land.


Why standest thou afar off, O Lord? Why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?


Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in thy word.


Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me.


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


He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and setteth me upon my high places.


Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy presence from the pride of man: thou shalt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife of tongues.


Blessed be the Lord: for he hath showed me his marvelous kindness in a strong city.


He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.


And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall 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 thee, and thou shalt glorify me.


Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.


From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I;


for thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy.


In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.


They have taken crafty counsel against thy people, and consulted against thy hidden ones.


He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.


He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honor him.


The name of the Lord is a strong tower: the righteous runneth into it, and is safe.


Lord, in trouble have they visited thee; they poured out a prayer when thy chastening was upon them.


Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee: hide thyself as it were for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast.


And a man shall be as a hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.


O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!


For ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.


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