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Psalm 5:7 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

7 But I into thy house will come in thine abundant grace; And I will worship in thy fear toward thy holy place.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 But as for me, I will come into thy house in the multitude of thy mercy: And in thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 But as for me, I will enter Your house through the abundance of Your steadfast love and mercy; I will worship toward and at Your holy temple in reverent fear and awe of You.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 But as for me, in the abundance of thy lovingkindness will I come into thy house: In thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple.

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Common English Bible

7 But me? I will enter your house because of your abundant, faithful love; I will bow down at your holy temple, honoring you.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 You hate all who work iniquity. You will destroy all who speak a lie. The bloody and deceitful man, the Lord will abominate.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 Thou hatest all the workers of iniquity: thou wilt destroy all that speak a lie. The bloody and the deceitful man the Lord will abhor:

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Psalm 5:7
27 Tagairtí Cros  

Who of deceit a worker is in my house shall not dwell; And in my presence shall he not remain that lies doth tell.


But yet with thee forgiveness is, that fear'd thou mayest be.


We'll go into his tabernacles, and at his footstool bow.


Before the gods: And worship will toward thy sanctuary. I'll praise thy name, ev'n for thy truth, and kindness of thy love; For thou thy word hast magnify'd all thy great name above.


The voice hear of my humble pray'rs, when unto thee I cry; When to thine holy oracle I lift mine hands on high.


The righteous cry unto the Lord, he unto them gives ear; And they out of their troubles all by him deliver'd are.


After thy loving-kindness, Lord, have mercy upon me: For thy compassions great, blot out all mine iniquity.


But I am in the house of God like to an olive green: My confidence for ever hath upon God's mercy been.


I'll call on God: God will me save.


But, in an acceptable time, my pray'r, Lord, is to thee: In truth of thy salvation, Lord, and mercy great, hear me.


Hear me, O Lord, because thy love and kindness is most good; Turn unto me, according to thy mercies' multitude.


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