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Psalm 16:1 - Modern King James Version

1 A Secret Treasure of David. Watch over me, O God; for in You do I put my trust.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 Preserve me, O God: For in thee do I put my trust.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 KEEP and protect me, O God, for in You I have found refuge, and in You do I put my trust and hide myself.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 Preserve me, O God; for in thee do I take refuge.

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Common English Bible

1 Protect me, God, because I take refuge in you.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 A Prayer of David. Lord, listen to my justice, attend to my supplication. Pay attention to my prayer, which is not from deceitful lips.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

1 The prayer of David. Hear, O Lord, my justice: attend to my supplication. Give ear unto my prayer, which proceedeth not from deceitful lips.

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Psalm 16:1
21 Tagairtí Cros  

Jehovah keeps the simple; I was brought low, and He helped me.


A Song of degrees. They who trust in Jehovah shall be like Mount Zion; it is not shaken, but remains forever.


Blessed is he who has the God of Jacob for his help, whose help is in Jehovah his God,


My steps have been held in Your paths, so that my footsteps have not slipped.


Keep me as the pupil, the daughter of the eye; hide me under the shadow of Your wings,


He trusted on Jehovah; let Him deliver Him; let Him rescue Him, since He delights in Him!


Keep my soul, and deliver me; let me not be ashamed, for I put my trust in You.


O love Jehovah, all you saints of His; Jehovah preserves the faithful, and plentifully rewards the proud doer.


For Jehovah loves judgment and does not forsake His saints; they are kept forever; but the seed of the wicked shall be cut off.


To the Chief Musician. Concerning the silent dove, those far off. Of David, a secret treasure, when the Philistines took him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for man would swallow me up; fighting daily, he presses me down.


To the Chief Musician. On the Lily of Testimony. A secret treasure of David, to teach; when he struggled with Aram-naharaim and with Aram of Zobah, when Joab returned and struck twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt. O God, You have cast us off, You have scattered us, You were angry; take us back.


A song of David, which he sang to Jehovah, concerning the words of Cush the Benjamite. O Jehovah my God, in You I put my trust; save me from all who pursue me, and deliver me,


lest he tear my soul like a lion, tearing it in pieces, and there is no one to deliver.


O Jehovah of Hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in You.


And those who know Your name will put their trust in You; for You, Jehovah, have not forsaken those who seek You.


You who love Jehovah, hate evil; He keeps the souls of His saints; He delivers them out of the hand of the wicked.


He keeps the paths of judgment, and guards the way of His saints.


But we had the sentence of death in ourselves, so that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God who raises the dead;


For this cause I also suffer these things; but I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed, and I am persuaded that He is able to guard My deposit unto that Day.


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