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Psalm 63:11 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

11 Yet shall the king in God rejoice, and each one glory shall That swear by him: but stopp'd shall be the mouth of liars all.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 But the king shall rejoice in God; Every one that sweareth by him shall glory: But the mouth of them that speak lies shall be stopped.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 But the king shall rejoice in God; everyone who swears by Him [that is, who binds himself by God's authority, acknowledging His supremacy, and devoting himself to His glory and service alone; every such one] shall glory, for the mouths of those who speak lies shall be stopped.

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 But the king shall rejoice in God: Every one that sweareth by him shall glory; For the mouth of them that speak lies shall be stopped.

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Common English Bible

11 But the king should rejoice in God; everyone who swears by God should give praise when the mouths of liars are shut for good.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 The just will rejoice in the Lord, and they will hope in him. And all the upright of heart will be praised.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.

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Psalm 63:11
17 Tagairtí Cros  

They that are righteous shall rejoice, when they the same shall see; And, as ashamed, stop her mouth shall all iniquity.


Yet, notwithstanding, I have him to be my King appointed; And over Sion, my holy hill, I have him King anointed.


The king in thy great strength, O Lord, shall very joyful be: In thy salvation rejoice how veh'mently shall he!


To silence put the lying lips, that grievous things do say, And hard reports, in pride and scorn, on righteous men do lay.


If we God's name forgot, or stretch'd to a strange god our hands,


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