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Psalm 7:1 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

1 O Lord my God, in thee do I my confidence repose: Save and deliver me from all my persecuting foes;

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 O LORD my God, in thee do I put my trust: Save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 O Lord my God, in You I take refuge and put my trust; save me from all those who pursue and persecute me, and deliver me,

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 O Jehovah my God, in thee do I take refuge: Save me from all them that pursue me, and deliver me,

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Common English Bible

1 I take refuge in you, LORD, my God. Save me from all who chase me! Rescue me!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 A Psalm of David, which he sang to the Lord because of the words of Cush, the son of Jemini.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

1 The psalm of David which he sung to the Lord for the words of Chusi the son of Jemini.

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Psalm 7:1
29 Tagairtí Cros  

I in the Lord do put my trust: how is it then that ye Say to my soul, Flee, as a bird, unto your mountain high?


O Lord my God, consider well, and answer to me make: Mine eyes enlighten, lest the sleep of death me overtake:


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


My fortress is the Lord, My rock, and he that doth to me deliverance afford: My God, my strength, whom I will trust, a buckler unto me, The horn of my salvation, and my high tow'r, is he.


The Lord will light my candle so, that it shall shine full bright: The Lord my God will also make my darkness to be light.


O Lord, I trust in thee: My God, let me not be asham'd, nor foes triumph o'er me.


Judge me, O Lord, for I have walk'd in mine integrity: I trusted also in the Lord; slide therefore shall not I.


Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; for thou my foes hast stroke All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth of wicked men hast broke.


That sing thy praise my glory may, and never silent be. O Lord my God, for evermore I will give thanks to thee.


O thou who art the Lord my God, I in distress to thee, With loud cries lifted up my voice, and thou hast healed me.


My times are wholly in thine hand: do thou deliver me From their hands that mine enemies and persecutors be.


Unto the man that wicked is his sorrows shall abound; But him that trusteth in the Lord mercy shall compass round.


Then will I to God's altar go, to God my chiefest joy: Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ.


Thou art my Father, he shall cry, thou art my God alone; And he shall say, Thou art the Rock of my salvation.


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