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Psalm 34:8 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

8 O taste and see that God is good: who trusts in him is bless'd.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 O taste and see that the LORD is good: Blessed is the man that trusteth in him.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 O taste and see that the Lord [our God] is good! Blessed (happy, fortunate, to be envied) is the man who trusts and takes refuge in Him. [I Pet. 2:2, 3.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Oh taste and see that Jehovah is good: Blessed is the man that taketh refuge in him.

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Common English Bible

8 Taste and see how good the LORD is! The one who takes refuge in him is truly happy!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 Let the snare, of which he is ignorant, come upon him, and let the deception, which he has hidden, take hold of him: and may he fall into that very snare.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 Let the snare which he knoweth not come upon him: and let the net which he hath hidden catch him: and let the net which he hath hidden catch him: and into that very snare let them fall.

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Psalm 34:8
17 Tagairtí Cros  

How sweet unto my taste, O Lord, are all thy words of truth! Yea, I do find them sweeter far than honey to my mouth.


Kiss ye the Son, lest in his ire ye perish from the way, If once his wrath begin to burn: bless'd all that on him stay.


Thy loving-kindness unto them continue that thee know; And still on men upright in heart thy righteousness bestow.


How precious is thy grace! Therefore in shadow of thy wings men's sons their trust shall place.


Why dost thou boast, O mighty man, of mischief and of ill? The goodness of Almighty God endureth ever still.


Ev'n as with marrow and with fat my soul shall filled be; Then shall my mouth with joyful lips sing praises unto thee:


O thou that art the Lord of hosts, that man is truly blest, Who by assured confidence on thee alone doth rest.


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