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Psalm 119:16 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

16 Upon thy statutes my delight shall constantly be set: And, by thy grace, I never will thy holy word forget.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 I will delight myself in thy statutes: I will not forget thy word.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 I will delight myself in Your statutes; I will not forget Your word.

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American Standard Version (1901)

16 I will delight myself in thy statutes: I will not forget thy word. ג GIMEL.

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Common English Bible

16 I will delight in your statutes; I will not forget what you have said.

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Psalm 119:16
24 Tagairtí Cros  

But placeth his delight Upon God's law, and meditates on his law day and night.


Though still my soul be in my hand, thy laws I'll not forget.


Thy word I in my heart have hid, that I offend not thee.


More joy thy testimonies' way than riches all me gave.


Small, and despis'd I am, yet I thy precepts not forget.


Trouble and anguish have me found, and taken hold on me: Yet in my trouble my delight thy just commandments be.


Consider mine affliction, in safety do me set: Deliver me, O Lord, for I thy law do not forget.


I long'd for thy salvation, Lord, and in thy law rejoice.


I, like a lost sheep, went astray; thy servant seek, and find: For thy commands I suffer'd not to slip out of my mind.


My comfort, and my heart's delight, thy testimonies be; And they, in all my doubts and fears, are counsellors to me.


In thy law's path make me to go; for I delight therein.


And will delight myself always in thy laws, which I lov'd.


Bands of ill men me robb'd; yet I thy precepts did not slight.


Their hearts, through worldly ease and wealth, as fat as grease they be: But in thy holy law I take delight continually.


And let thy tender mercies come to me, that I may live; Because thy holy laws to me sweet delectation give.


For like a bottle I'm become, that in the smoke is set: I'm black, and parch'd with grief; yet I thy statutes not forget.


To do thy will I take delight, O thou my God that art; Yea, that most holy law of thine I have within my heart.


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