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Psalm 50:2 - New Revised Standard Version

2 Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God shines forth.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God shines forth.

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined forth.

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Common English Bible

2 From Zion, perfect in beauty, God shines brightly.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 when Nathan the prophet came to him, after he went to Bathsheba.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

2 when Nathan the prophet came to him after he had sinned with Bethsabee.

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Psalm 50:2
20 Tagairtí Cros  

beautiful in elevation, is the joy of all the earth, Mount Zion, in the far north, the city of the great King.


Within its citadels God has shown himself a sure defense.


Your solemn processions are seen, O God, the processions of my God, my King, into the sanctuary—


Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel, you who lead Joseph like a flock! You who are enthroned upon the cherubim, shine forth


But let your hand be upon the one at your right hand, the one whom you made strong for yourself.


before Ephraim and Benjamin and Manasseh. Stir up your might, and come to save us!


O Lord, you God of vengeance, you God of vengeance, shine forth!


His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.


Shout aloud and sing for joy, O royal Zion, for great in your midst is the Holy One of Israel.


For the Lord comes out from his place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity; the earth will disclose the blood shed on it, and will no longer cover its slain.


All who pass along the way clap their hands at you; they hiss and wag their heads at daughter Jerusalem; “Is this the city that was called the perfection of beauty, the joy of all the earth?”


I will return again to my place until they acknowledge their guilt and seek my face. In their distress they will beg my favor:


But the Lord is in his holy temple; let all the earth keep silence before him!


For what goodness and beauty are his! Grain shall make the young men flourish, and new wine the young women.


He said: The Lord came from Sinai, and dawned from Seir upon us; he shone forth from Mount Paran. With him were myriads of holy ones; at his right, a host of his own.


In his right hand he held seven stars, and from his mouth came a sharp, two-edged sword, and his face was like the sun shining with full force.


And the city has no need of sun or moon to shine on it, for the glory of God is its light, and its lamp is the Lamb.


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