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Psalm 27:5 - Modern King James Version

5 For in the time of trouble He shall hide me in His shelter, in the secrecy of His tabernacle He shall hide me; He shall set me up on 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 six years, hidden in the house of God. And Athaliah reigned over the land.


Why do You stand afar off, O Jehovah? Will You hide in times of trouble?


You are my hiding-place and my shield; I hope in Your Word.


If I walk in the midst of trouble, You will give me life; You shall stretch forth Your hand against the wrath of my enemies, and Your right hand shall save me.


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


He makes my feet like hinds' feet, and sets me on my high places.


You shall hide them in the secrecy of Your presence from the pride of man; You shall hide them in a shelter away from the strife of tongues.


Blessed is Jehovah; for He has worked His mercy wondrously in a besieged city.


He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet on a rock, and gave sureness to my steps.


And He has put a new song in my mouth, praise to our God; many shall see it and fear, and shall trust in Jehovah.


To the Chief Musician. For the sons of Korah. A Song "For the Virgins". God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.


and call on Me in the day of trouble; and I will deliver you, and you shall glorify Me.


To the Chief Musician. Do not destroy. A secret treasure of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me; for my soul trusts in You; yea, in the shadow of Your wings I will make my hiding-place, until these great troubles pass by.


From the end of the earth I cry to You when my heart is faint; Lead me to the Rock higher than I.


For You have been a shelter for me, a strong tower before the enemy.


In the day of my trouble I sought Jehovah; my hand was poured in the night, and ceased not; my soul refused to be comforted.


They take shrewd counsel against Your people, and plot against Your hidden ones.


He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall rest under the shadow of the Almighty.


He shall call on Me, and I will answer Him; I will be with Him in trouble; I will deliver Him, and honor Him.


The name of Jehovah is a strong tower; the righteous man runs into it and is safe.


Jehovah, in trouble they have visited You; they poured out a prayer; Your chastening was on them.


Come, my people, enter into your rooms and shut your doors around you; hide for a little moment, until the fury has passed by.


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


O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the one killing the prophets and stoning those who are sent to her, how often would I have gathered your children together, even as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you would not!


For you died, and your life has been hidden with Christ in God.


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