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Psalm 30:7 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

7 O Lord, thou hast my mountain made to stand strong by thy love: But when that thou, O gracious God, didst hide thy face from me, Then quickly was my prosp'rous state turn'd into misery.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 By Your favor, O Lord, You have established me as a strong mountain; You hid Your face, and I was troubled.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

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Common English Bible

7 Because it pleased you, LORD, you made me a strong mountain. But then you hid your presence. I was terrified.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 You have hated those who practice emptiness to no purpose. But I have hoped in the Lord.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 Thou hast hated them that regard vanities, to no purpose. But I have hoped in the Lord:

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Psalm 30:7
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Wherefore is it that thou, O Lord, dost stand from us afar? And wherefore hidest thou thyself, when times so troublous are?


Thy wrath and indignation did cause this grief and pain; For thou hast lift me up on high, and cast me down again.


Thou hid'st thy face; they troubled are, their breath thou tak'st away; Then do they die, and to their dust return again do they.


Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails: hide not thy face from me; Lest like to them I do become that go down to the dust.


For but a moment lasts his wrath; life in his favour lies: Weeping may for a night endure, at morn doth joy arise.


He took me from a fearful pit, and from the miry clay, And on a rock he set my feet, establishing my way.


For neither got their sword the land, nor did their arm them save; But thy right hand, arm, countenance; for thou them favour gave.


For, Lord, unto the righteous man thou wilt thy blessing yield: With favour thou wilt compass him about, as with a shield.


Because the glory of their strength doth only stand in thee; And in thy favour shall our horn and pow'r exalted be.


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