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Psalm 142:5 - Modern English Version

5 I cried out to You, O  Lord; I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 I cried to You, O Lord; I said, You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 I cried unto thee, O Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.

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Common English Bible

5 I cry to you, LORD, for help. “You are my refuge,” I say. “You are all I have in the land of the living.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 I have called to mind the days of antiquity. I have been meditating on all your works. I have meditated on the workings of your hands.

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Psalm 142:5
16 Tagairtí Cros  

You are my portion, O  Lord; I have promised to keep Your words.


O  Lord, you are the portion of my inheritance and my cup; You hold my lot.


I believe that I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.


They repay me evil for good, to the sorrow of my soul.


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


The Lord of Hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.   Selah


The Lord of Hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.   Selah


for You have delivered my soul from death, and kept my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living.


My flesh and my heart fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.


I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”


Again I turned and observed all types of oppression that are done under the sun: Behold, the tears of the oppressed, and no one was there to comfort them. There was force from the hand of the oppressors, and no one was there to comfort them.


“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in Him.”


Behold, the hour is coming. Yes, it has now come that you will be scattered, each to his own home, and will leave Me alone. Yet I am not alone, for the Father is with Me.


But the Lord stood with me and strengthened me, so that through me the preaching might be fully known, and that all the Gentiles might hear. And I was delivered out of the mouth of the lion.


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