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Psalm 31:7 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

7 I'll in thy mercy gladly joy: for thou my miseries Consider'd hast; thou hast my soul known in adversities:

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy: For thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast known my soul in adversities;

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 I will be glad and rejoice in Your mercy and steadfast love, because You have seen my affliction, You have taken note of my life's distresses,

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 I will be glad and rejoice in thy lovingkindness; For thou hast seen my affliction: Thou hast known my soul in adversities;

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Common English Bible

7 I rejoice and celebrate in your faithful love because you saw my suffering— you were intimately acquainted with my deep distress.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 You are my refuge from the tribulation that has surrounded me. You are my exultation: rescue me from those who are surrounding me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 Thou art my refuge from the trouble which hath encompassed me: my joy, deliver me from them that surround me.

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Psalm 31:7
23 Tagairtí Cros  

For why? the way of godly men unto the Lord is known: Whereas the way of wicked men shall quite be overthrown.


Thou hast it seen; for their mischief and spite thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to thee; thou art the orphan's stay.


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


But I have all my confidence thy mercy set upon; My heart within me shall rejoice in thy salvation.


When in me was o'erwhelm'd my sp'rit, then well thou knew'st my way; Where I did walk a snare for me they privily did lay.


See mine affliction and my pain, and all my sins forgive.


Thou, Lord, who great adversities, and sore, to me didst show, Shalt quicken, and bring me again from depths of earth below.


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;


O with thy tender mercies, Lord, us early satisfy; So we rejoice shall all our days, and still be glad in thee.


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