Biblia Todo Logo
Bíobla ar líne
- Fógraí -





Psalm 84:2 - King James Version - American Edition

2 My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip


Tuilleadh leaganacha

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: My heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 My soul yearns, yes, even pines and is homesick for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out and sing for joy to the living God.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

American Standard Version (1901)

2 My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of Jehovah; My heart and my flesh cry out unto the living God.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Common English Bible

2 My very being longs, even yearns, for the LORD’s courtyards. My heart and my body will rejoice out loud to the living God!

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Catholic Public Domain Version

2 O Lord, you have blessed your land. You have turned aside the captivity of Jacob.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

2 Lord, thou hast blessed thy land: thou hast turned away the captivity of Jacob.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip




Psalm 84:2
12 Tagairtí Cros  

Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!


My soul breaketh for the longing that it hath unto thy judgments at all times.


My soul fainteth for thy salvation: but I hope in thy word.


I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.


My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.


I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.


With my soul have I desired thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within me will I seek thee early: for when thy judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world will learn righteousness.


Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,


How goodly are thy tents, O Jacob, and thy tabernacles, O Israel!


Lean orainn:

Fógraí


Fógraí