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2 Samuel 22:34 - New International Version (Anglicised)

34 He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he causes me to stand on the heights.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

34 He maketh my feet like hinds' feet: And setteth me upon my high places.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

34 He makes my feet like the hinds' [firm and able]; He sets me secure and confident upon the heights.

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American Standard Version (1901)

34 He maketh his feet like hinds’ feet, And setteth me upon my high places.

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Common English Bible

34 who makes my step as sure as the deer’s, who lets me stand securely on the heights,

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Catholic Public Domain Version

34 making my feet like the feet of the stag, and stationing me upon my exalted places,

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

34 Making my feet like the feet of harts, and setting me upon my high places.

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2 Samuel 22:34
7 Tagairtí Cros  

The three sons of Zeruiah were there: Joab, Abishai and Asahel. Now Asahel was as fleet-footed as a wild gazelle.


These are the last words of David: ‘The inspired utterance of David son of Jesse, the utterance of the man exalted by the Most High, the man anointed by the God of Jacob, the hero of Israel’s songs:


they are the ones who will dwell on the heights, whose refuge will be the mountain fortress. Their bread will be supplied, and water will not fail them.


then you will find your joy in the Lord, and I will cause you to ride in triumph on the heights of the land and to feast on the inheritance of your father Jacob.’ For the mouth of the Lord has spoken.


The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to tread on the heights. For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.


He made him ride on the heights of the land and fed him with the fruit of the fields. He nourished him with honey from the rock, and with oil from the flinty crag,


The bolts of your gates will be iron and bronze, and your strength will equal your days.


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