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Psalm 12:6 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

6 The words of God are words most pure; they be like silver try'd In earthen furnace, seven times that hath been purify'd.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 The words of the LORD are pure words: As silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 The words and promises of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified seven times over.

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 The words of Jehovah are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, Purified seven times.

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Common English Bible

6 The LORD’s promises are pure, like silver that’s been refined in an oven, purified seven times over!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 But I have hoped in your mercy. My heart will exult in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, who assigns good things to me. And I will sing psalms to the name of the Lord Most High.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

6 but I have trusted in thy mercy. My heart shall rejoice in thy salvation: I will sing to the Lord, who giveth me good things, yea I will sing to the name of the Lord the most high.

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Psalm 12:6
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Thy word's most pure, therefore on it thy servant's love is set.


As for God, perfect is his way: the Lord his word is try'd; He is a buckler to all those who do in him confide.


The statutes of the Lord are right, and do rejoice the heart: The Lord's command is pure, and doth light to the eyes impart.


For thou didst prove and try us, Lord, as men do silver try;


Surely the very wrath of man unto thy praise redounds: Thou to the remnant of his wrath wilt set restraining bounds.


Lord, pity me; behold the grief which I from foes sustain; Ev'n thou, who from the gates of death dost raise me up again;


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